"Between the Tigris and the Euphrates,
I left my sorrow; I left my history, placed in a hall
Or museum, a place that describes my legends, and my father’s tales,
We where Assyrian, Chaldean, Babylonian or Akkadian.
Our story ends with a cry from a woman,
In a land called Iraq, In a town named Baghdad.
My sadness are written on rocks and clay,
Placed in museums around the planet.
And my stories and sadness were stolen by strangers and thieves."

-Iraqi Freedom,
My Last Thoughts About Iraq
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