(An Iraqi man dreaming of a brighter future)
Why must our children wonder the streets...

Revisited
Door crashes through...

Morning, a child is born
Levitated upwards...

Wind howls through the overgrown,
A jungle of overgrown grass...

It's time to go home
I step out the airport bus and onto the runway...

Teetering on the edge of my seat
Bombarded by the drones of lecturing...

The perfect goal
In the midst and in the fear...

I will never forget that day
that day...

If I Could Reach Her
Reaching out into the cold spring sky...

Making my way down town
Walking faster...

Mindless rich girl, I heard you calling your phone...
You don't have a clue of the true meaning of this...

Cracked building blocks crunch
boldly beneath my feet...