by Anonymous

We wandered these plains
before the civil war, before the prophets
told of Nineveh’s fate, from God’s
merciful hammer
and our mules and camels drank this water
long before the royal hanging gardens
withered and died from neglect.

Before the stateless caliphate thugs
held our treasures for ransom
before exploding history
and our sisters and fathers
were whisked away under night cover
to Italy, Germany, America,
and beyond.


Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing