|
| Baghdad Poem
Predawn quiet in Baghdad
Born of worry and fear,
The madman's dream becomes nightmare
Now that the deadline is here.
Children sleep close to their parents,
Husbands watch over their wives:
The calculus of war noninclusive
Of the cost of innocent lives.
Diplomacy is dangling
Like sheets from a tattered clothesline;
And people of peace are now hanging
On this cruciform moment of time.
|
|
|
