Tuesday, September 28, 2010

You Promised Me Democracy

It has been a while since I did any articles pertaining to the American invasion and destruction of the nation of Iraq.  Right now, the American government has pushed the BS that they have now "withdrawn" all of their combat troops out of Iraq and have proclaimed victory in Iraq by saying "mission accomplished".   The truth is that they have almost totally destroyed that nation, and have polluted the entire nation with depleted uranium that will leave the region irradiated for the next 4.5 BILLION years!  On top of that, they are maintaining "bases" in Iraq with 50,000 soldiers, but not calling these soldiers "combat troops".   So much for bringing American style "Democracy" to Iraq!

For today, I want to present the following poem that I found through Mark Glenn's; The Ugly Truth website, at www.theuglytruth.wordpress.com.   It is written by Saeed Malik, and entitled: "You Promised Me Democracy".   It deals with the true nature of what Iraq is like today as a result of the brutal American invasion.    I want my own readers to see this excellent piece of literature for themselves.   Here is that poem:



In Uncategorized on September 27, 2010 by crescentandcross 


You promised me democracy,
But look what you have done to me.
You robbed my past,
and future stole,
and a present
left to me,
crushed beyond
a mending hope.
Ten years before invading me,
you broke my dams
and bridges bombed,
and power plants,
and sewage lines,
and water mains,
You fed the plants
with pesticide,
The baby food and medicine
you destroyed;
and the silos
of my grain
you set aflame.
So I may not
make good my loss
nor repair
my water mains,
you shackled me
in sanctions,
and a million kids
you starved to death.
I lived Saddam’s
nightmare through.
I knew what I
must watch out for.
But now I don’t know
where to hide
for death has lost
its pattern now.
He used to kill
and bury us,
friendless in
our unmarked graves;
but our names
he kept on files.
And now that you
are killing us,
we do not even
have a grave,
nor a number
nor a name–
thus in your books
we never lived.
He was your friend
who hurried us,
so many to their
early deaths,
with weapons that you
sold to him,
while you looked
the other way.
He was not
a ‘tyrant’ then,
which of late
he has become.
You merely changed
the label,
so you could come
and liberate,
the wealth that we
are sitting on,
and this you call
our liberation!
You promised me
democracy,
but look what you
have done to me.
With bombs you won
my heart over,
with blows you changed
my mind.
You tore into
my home at night,
and pulverized
my only peace.
And shrieking as
my mother watched,
with frightened children
Gathered ‘round,
you floored my father
in a heap,
with kicks and blows
and rifle butts,
and tore my humble
home apart.
Then you led
our men away,
with tied hands
behind their backs,
and with their eyes folded blind,
into the endless prison night.
And there you tore
my father’s robe.
To cover then
his nakedness,
upon his head
you put the hood,
and leashed him like
a dog on show,
and your dogs
unleashed on him.
You promised me
democracy,
but look what you
have done to me.
You took my youth
in prime away–
you shredded wedding
gatherings.
The little joys
that I had left,
merriment in
a broken life,
now in collateral
damage rest,
rising up
in smoke and flame,
of a mindless
bombing run.
‘Tis peel and husk
I have for food,
and water mixed
with sewage now
is all I have
to slake my thirst.
You even took
my sand away,
polluted by
uranium dust,
so when I have
my children they
shall be deformed,
unlovely and
unkissable–
and so unlike
your lovely kids!
My millions homeless
roam the road,
and orphaned children
beg in streets.
My women raised
in sanctity,
are now the stuff
of ravishment.
My men are slaughtered
out of hand,
and widows search
the morgues for them.
My dawn is dull,
and dusk is blood,
and bombs and blasts,
my afternoons.
My night in hopelessness is sunk,
when peace with me
a refuge takes,
and heaps on me
another dawn–
another search
of bodies lost;
another count
of heaped insults;
another day
to death evade,
call it life,
and celebrate.
So now when I
am fighting back,
my fearlessness
is causing awe.
Unequal,
but unafraid,
when I equalize myself,
and blow my only
life away,
you are shocked,
and label me
a terrorist!
I who want
my honor lost
and country back–
–a terrorist?
And you who came here
for my oil,
on crutches of
a shameless lie,
are and always
shall remain,
the humanist!
I know your type.
I see your greed
and hunger know,
but it is those
I want to know,
whose vote does so
empower you.
Do they not see
what they have done?
They promised me
democracy,
but look what they
have done to me!

(c) 2010 by Saeed Malik


NTS Notes: This poem says it all.  The American invasion and occupation of Iraq has left that once proud nation almost totally destitute, with much of the Iraqi people living in an impoverished irradiated hell.  

Again, So much for bringing American style "democracy" to that region....

More to come

NTS




 

2 comments:

Roger Helbig said...

TRUTH SEEKER, THIS IS NOT FACT, NOT EVEN PLAUSIBLE FICTION, JUST PLAIN PROPAGANDA - SO, HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING THAT YOU ARE HELPING TO RECRUIT PEOPLE TO KILL YOU, YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY?

Northerntruthseeker said...

Readers... I decided to let this comment through to again show that yes there actually are those out there that think in this manner..

Is this one of the tribe? Probably...

But either way, I would sleep a lot better at night if I knew that the real terrorists, the Israeli agents running all over the world, were either arrested, or jailed! And that is my goal... To have the tribe exposed as the real criminals!