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GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
by
Maha Sabah
And
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
Fighters,
Soldiers,
Lords!
Destroy the swords.
Snakes of war!
What 're you fighting for?
The train of war
Has gone.
Among the dragons
You are Donne.
Winter is gone.
Snow melt down.
Doves flocks fly
Above the rain bow in the sky.
Seize the golden peace.
Kindness, forgiveness
Are stars
In our gloomy sky.
It is time for love;
It is time for the dove
To fly above our love.
CHILDREN OF SAD BAGHDAD
by
Narmeen Nizar Iskander
And
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
Children of sad Baghdad!
Raise the flags of fury!
It's Baghdad… It's Baghdad …
Glorious Baghdad!
City of peace,
Melody of peaceful peace,
Glorious Baghdad!
City of knights,
City of heights,
Vicious deeds, you destroyed.
Tyrants, your suffering enjoyed.
Lost in chaos, 'n' bloody greed
Lost in chaos, 'n' filthy deed.
Glorious Baghdad!
Tell the world.
You were the culture.
You were the power.
That saved the world
From danger.
Glorious Baghdad!
Tell the wailer!
You're the flower
Of the world.
You are the curer
Of the wound.
You are the letter
Of the word.
Glorious Baghdad!
Raise among ruins,
The flags of power.
Raise among ruins,
The flags of honour
The flags of culture,
Hailing you.
The flags of martyr,
Calling you.
"Glorious Baghdad!"
"Glorious Baghdad!"
TAKE AND DO NOT TAKE
by
Muntadhar Muhammad J'aaz
And
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
You can take my kingdom.
You can't take my freedom.
You can send me a wing to fly.
You can't stop the wind in the sky.
You can see the beauty in my eye.
You can't say to me Bye.
Let me dream, let me die.
I 'll be a candle in your eye.
I'll be the knight
To fill your life with light.
I will be free
Like a bird on the tree.
LOVELY MOTHER
by
Malik Amir Abdul-Wahhab
And
Dr Hana Al -Bayyati
Lovely Mother!
Tender mother!
Thou art the sun of my winter.
Thou art my dear.
When hurt, thou hath no fear,
The hope that Shines to enter
Thy heaven, O dear mother!
When thy hand touches me
Of this world, I am the owner.
In heart, thou art the rose
I am watered by a tear
That falls on thy red cheek.
To live with thee,
To die with thee,
Thou art mine treasure
I receive with pleasure
Matchless mother, darling mother
To thee, I wrote this lay
To thee, in the mother's day
Tender mother
0h, Tender mother!
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LOVE AND BLAME
by
Iman Shubbar
And
Dr. Hanaa Al-Bayati
Blame not the lover,
When he is thirsty.
With no experience,
You know nothing
About beauty.
Love stays with us
Refreshing our sense.
Blessing our life with happiness,
Taking us a way,
From darkness
Breaking our silence,
Ending our sadness.
Blame not the lover.
Love is mentor,
Senses to nurture.
Hatred is viper
Standing against nature.
Blame not the lover.
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A CONFLICT
by
Huda Hussein Rumayyah
And
Dr. Hana Al -Bayyati
I hate to be in love with you.
I hate to live without you.
I hate to see you.
I hate to be far away from you.
I hate those, holding your name.
I hate our days to be the same.
I hate myself for loving you.
I love to be with you.
I love to be with you.
TAMED TO DIE
by
Shahad L ua'y Muhammad
and
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
No wonder… No wonder.
Tigris and Euphrates
Taste bitter.
Fighting, cutting each other.
No tyranny lasts for ever.
Bloody scenes ended
By a dawn prayer.
A red letter, a red letter
Sent by a tyrant to malignancy.
O tyranny!
Thou art not better
Than ignorance
Before a prayer.
Thou art the spirit of the river.
No wonder… No wonder
Tigris and Euphrates
Taste bitter…
Taste bitter.
TO MY DEAR COUNTRY
by
Hiyam Abdul - 'l Razaq
and
Dr. Hana Al- Bayati
Only You in my heart .
I will do anything to be right .
I will be a solider
In your battle.
I will be a candle
In your night .
I will Be a paddle
In your boat.
I will do my best
To build a nest
To live
With you,
Not with the rest.
The rest're envying you,
The rest're ruining you,
The rest're torturing you.
You, only you
In my heart who
Comes anew.
