Poet: Arian Alsayyed Khalaf

O my home tattooed with bombs

O home of trees rivers and streams

O home of religions faith and tolerance

O home of poetry persistence and optimism

O home of orphans and widows

O home of the slain and warrior!!!

Bleed patience O home… I owe you a hundred wound

Whenever pain subsides in my wounds I sprinkle salt

I risk my life for you O my home even if I had to die a hundred times

Drink a toast of your standing from evening to morning

Like you I have no other lover and a wound like you will never heal

O spear in my conscience with not hit nor miss

My heart anxious about my home

My heart anxious about my home with each sip of cup

And with every good morning from the neighbors wall

If it were not for you O my nonplus nothing would have been  

Without people and land what a human worth

But regret the folks

Since the camel alighted

With you as a mountain height

And for the cheapest foreign infidel submit and bow

May heart anxious about my home

My hear anxious about my home with every passing cloud

And for every hero ever refrained not to die on soil

And for every moon if to appear...and in the sorrow of my soul committed suicide

And birds on top of trees

Sing in the sweetest voice

As soon water boils it sings out of its torment

That I burn in my goodness and every living grew out from me

My hear anxious about my home

I adore you my home even if your paradise turned hell

And tell you about the blood in poetry and I present you my poems

Every day we sit together to tell you may secrets

To remind of the departed and visit me at home

 I cry tearless to explain what goes on

Excused who pleased me

Excused who blamed me

My hear anxious about my home

My hear anxious about my home for all lifetime the most precious to me

My tear waters I give to drink to receive remorse cup from him  

I give him my lifetime dream and to give me illusory paradise

And I like all humans made up of soul blood flesh