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If I were an Iraqi
I would not always feel safe in my own home,
I couldn’t walk the streets freely,
I would be a prisoner.
Jumping at any loud noise for fear of
disappearing like dust in a light breeze,
the bombs are unpredictable.
Always wondering why things are this way,
Never hearing the truth from the government,
Not able to ask for it.
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