Floating on the redness
like closed lips
a million submissive maidens
each with a recipe
Little boats trading hope on the water
As extremists take the country and extort her
war and pollution have discolored the water
It's in the flavor of the fish
Each family offers their version of the dish
Ashamed that their culinary delight
Is reddened and swollen
Like a desert corpse of an unlucky Shiite
And as the land is hit by the tyrannical Islamic fist
May Iraq be flooded by it's mighty Tigris
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