Iraq

Genesis 11:1-9 

The Tower of Babel

11 Now the whole earth had one language and one speech. 

And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar, and they dwelt there.

 

Iraq … where confusion started …

 

We’re going to Baghdad to set the people free

Forms of dictatorships will be destroyed

What do think of that? We cannot let it be

Slavery should come to grips and exchanged for employ

 

You live now in a dessert where once was paradise

You inherited luckily what we all deserve

No place to be a peasant where all is dead and dry

But really fortunately you sit on an oil reserve

 

The whole world wants a piece of that black pie

It provides much luxury to the folks who have it better

In your last stand we all now wonder “Why?”

You don’t offer treachery to your land a ruling matter

 

Jan Wienen

 

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