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