This Poem was published in Attahaddi about two years ago.It tells the sad story of the children of Iraq. Read it, think about it and take action. Save the children. TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD This is the story that must be told of an Iraqi baby, not very old. Lying in her crib one star lit night How could she know of those planes in flight? She lay there quietly touching her nose, Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes, Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she, Talking to someone, who could it be? An angel is standing with her in the room. The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom. The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round. And suddenly comes a most deafening sound. The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ... On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ... No one knows how long she lie there Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care? Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain? Now that you mention it, who knows her name? Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope. Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope. Where is my mommy? I love her so dear Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here! I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet. There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat! Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?! How long have I been here? Is this just a dream? I open my mouth, but can't even scream. That angel appears once again to my side, This time with a tear I plead Why have I died? Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others. In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers. Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die? They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?! Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be? Don't they also have babies, just like me? It is war they say, of which death is part. How blind they've become, How hardened of heart. Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak? A victory claimed for killing the weak?! Why are they happy? Why are they proud? Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?! No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes, They've Only Killed Babies!!!!