Poem: Live to my homeland.

After a lifetime of exile Or after worries and sorrows I turned my face and left And a handful of years have passed This poem is inspired by my visit to my country Iraq After a long period of exile So-and-so has fallen and stumbled And the beautiful does not incline towards his story nor does he stray Between two people The beautiful is beautiful and sweet But the ugly remains ugly And you see him like a camel His tail is on both sides He dances…