Echoes of Halabja: A poem of Tragedy and Triumph
Echoes of Halabja: A poem of Tragedy and Triumph — A poem by Me
In fair land of Kurdistan Where we lay our scene There lies a city Called Halabja serene
But on a day of woe A tyrant's wrath did reign And in his fury Thousands did he slay
A city so proud Woke up under a deadly cloud With poison gas so vile It silenced every other sound
The screams of the dying The cries of despair As they suffocated Unable to bear
Families torn apart With cries of fear and pain As their loved ones fell Like leaves in a hurricane
But we still remember We honour the dead The unforgotten victims Forever in our hearts etched
But in the end The tyrant finally fell And they were free once more To build their own story to tell
Now the serene city still stands A testament to their might A reminder of their struggle And a reminder of their fight
For freedom, and for liberation In fair Kurdistan, a new generation Will live in peace, and never more Experience the terrors of that fateful day of yore
We remember those who fell And the ones who went Their courage shone Even in their descent They fought with might Until the very last scent
Mountains tall and rivers wide A land where culture and history collide Upon the plains of Kurdistan Lies Halabja, Serene and grand
