Death at the zone of sun

Death at the zone of sun

Severe bloodshed and the matter is serious
My Iraq is on the brink of creeping danger
Innocent people could say hi to who answer
And the fate is ominous comes on heads down
As the wind when smoothed the ground
Whispering under the tool of those vulgar
The honest of them is either bagger or burglar
Dark nights and the moon has a dim shadow
And the stars being clinched on high skies
Sending blazes of blasts mixed with fires
Sparkling down and up the mouths of rivers
And the soul of ego is implanted between rips
It could be never washing the salty bodies
And a sparrow might be frightened going abroad
As a migrant who never thought to come back
While its bough shaking and crying
A flake of sorrow welcoming the dawn
And a man in that side going frozen
To those still at north having no desire
But crumbled on cities as blind nation

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Death at the zone of sun