Inseparable Under Mesopotamian Sky

Under the blue Mesopotamian sky
There is a land where barefooted raindrops
Dance on the bloodstained leaves of grass.
Some call it homeland.
For others,
It is a battlefield
Where ravens of war devour the expanse of the sky
Where every lintel is marked with blood of impossible peace
Where stray dogs greet dwellers in the morning
And vultures feed on their lifeless bodies in the evening.
How did we, after having traveled so far, after having learned so much,
Arrive in a nightmare such as this?
Where can one find that neglected hope?
Will God raise wise children of Abraham
From the exploded remains of conscience?

It is true that we have fought bitterly as foes.
But let us not forget, we have also lived together long
In this parenthesized geography.
It is time we realize,
How inseparable we have become
Under the blue and beautiful Mesopotamian sky!