I have no name, but justice. I call to you for mercy.
For me, there are no mothers arms to hold me,
No fathers strength to protect me in my misery.
I can only cling to life without understanding of my pain.
Left to die without hope, without dreams to attain.
I have no eyes to speak to you of the suffering of my soul.
My future,locked in a body that will never be whole,
Is desolate.Abandoned to the fates which have decreed
That a future generation will sicken at the greed,
Of men of war.
Chemicals hidden from view were brought to light,
Scattered onthe winds by those who came to fight,
For freedom.
The weapons violated the earth, sowed seeds of doom to grow in the sand.
Blooming with the fragrance of death over the broken land.
Don't speakto me of justice and the wrongs of a dictator.
Speak to me of mercy and the love of our creator.
Help me to understand how those who fought for freedom could leave destruction
in theirwake.
Help me to understand how the sickness of the future will help the world
to take,
Care thatthey understand the consequences of the weapons they use.
The men ofwar desecrated liberty.
How can a heritage of suffering ever be considered right?
How can it be that children are born deformed, deaf or without sight?
I have no name but justice. I am abandoned to my fate.
I lie awaiting death knowing help will come too late.
When misery pollutes the air we breath andchildren are born to endless
pain
Will theworld remember trust and let it live again.
Will human compassion fill the hearts of those who watch us die.
Will world eaders remember our suffering, will they stop to watch us
cry?
Ending the conflict with lightening strikes, missiles that they had
no way of turning back.
They bombed strategic places, they moved with speed to destroy Iraq.
They used modern weaponry without experience in the field.
They only knew they must win. Iraq must yield.
The world agreed war was the solution.
That dialogue would not answer in the confusion.
Defeat and humiliation served the purpose.
But there were things the world forgot,
Children have no voice,
Children have no choice,
But to endure and suffer.
Dignity is inherent in national pride.
Hope is the promise for the people who have cried.
Only the call for clemency can help the future generations grow.
For those who suffer will never really know,
How the innocence of a child,
Can be defiled,
In the theatre of war.
I have no name but justice. I beg the world for mercy.
This was written after watching the BBC World news whichreported of the
parents of a baby girl, born without arms or eyes, abandonedtheir child
in an Iraqi hospital. They gave her no name!
