Their Last Dialogue.....

The clueless fighters started shooting all over me,
All bullets had before their last dialogue with me.

Each one, apologized and asked me for forgiveness,
Fears weren't with me, but the courage was in instead.

The first ran and hit my shoulder, asked me of how shall
I will write my thoughts, I answered with my red blood.

 The second hit my heart, asked me if my love will
 Recall my longing for her, I said she won't forget my yearnings.

The third hit my chest, asked me about how my love will survive,
I said she had to burn my poems to feel warmer of my feelings.

The forth didn't hit me, when I answered her question of where
Is my love, and I answered is Baghdad whom I loved it to death.

The fifth hit my knees, crying, watching my tears talking to her,
Thank you for damaging his legs before he walked in Baghdad.

Those blind fighters, who were brainwashed so their five bullets,
To run inside each one of them brains to destroy their ideas of Isis.

6/03/2015