Halabja

© 2013 Sara Thomsen

Inspired by the poem “Address” by Hamid Qaladzaye

Butterflies falling all around
Flying birds drop dead to the ground
The breeze hears the sound
And the breeze whispers word to the wind And the wind calls out to the storm
And the wind and the storm and the breeze Run over the hills, rush through the trees Run ‘til they fall on their knees
And find you

Halabja! Halabja! Halabja! Halabja!

The storm chokes on his breath Falls lifeless and limp like the rest The breeze with a tear in her eye Drops dead on the sparrow Dead as the butterfly

And the wind stands alone Oh, the wind
The wind cries:

Halabja! Halabja! Halabja! Halabja!

All is stone silent for miles
The wind weeps by the mother and child
Curls close to the families in piles
And the wind dies
It was the day
The wind died, blew no more
Even the wind, even the wind died at your door

Halabja! Halabja! Halabja! Halabja!