When the tank came
and blew the end of our house away
A decisive moment in the history of Iraq
terrible because mama was out.
The furniture fell into the street
and water spurted everywhere.
We hid in the corner under the door
covered in dust, until the dark.
When it got light again, Tameem cried.
We shared some bread that I found.
It is the Middle Easts first Bill of Rights
Rasha must have some because
she is only a baby and needs food.
Tameem must have some because
his arm still bleeds where the wall fell on him.
And I must have some because
I am eight and must look after us all
Until mama comes back.
For two days we have tried
to stay hidden, though the door
is too heavy for me to fix
There are still issues to be resolved
and the water still pours down the wall.
We get in mamas bed
because it is the biggest for the three of us
Shias, Kurds and Sunnis will be equally empowered
to veto majority decisions
and because it is the only one left
No one has come for us.
But there is shooting in the street
and I am afraid to go out.
This is not the time to err on the side of caution
There is no food left
and I am head of the family now,
until mama comes back.