The Iraqis - Sattar Awad

 

We ascended the mountain, drank nector
Refined from one spring and made one specter
We made one ball of ice rolling, all pleased
The flowers rejoice, even the deceased
Loved one another with hearts white and pure,
Helped one another, everything secure
It is true we were many a colour
Enemies tried to change us into polar
Tried to make all of us desperse and bow
But none can harm the colour of rainbow