Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken
But you see it's not me, it's not my family In your head,
in your head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their gunsIn your head,
In your head they are cryin'
In your head
What's in your head, in your head
Another mother's breakin' heart is taking over
when the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old team since 1916 In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns
In your head they are dyin'
The Cranberries -Zombie-
On: No Need To Argue (1994)
Sup, pals?!God, how much I miss them! Before a year no one really imagined this! All I remember that we used to gather near a terrace outside the college's cafeteria chattin', laughin', examinin' girls' butts and sometimes discussing a filming project usually produced by the KID. My gang was including the KID, Eihab & Saif (Baghday). The KID is still alive but lives somewhere far, the rest two died tragically on a violent blast last June. Also Rock Girl, I miss her so fuckin' much. I dunno if she got engaged yet or not, her last letter revealed that she's gonna be engaged to some dude this week. I'm so worried about her!I'm not believing myself saying this but I do miss that "country girl" too!
Bah! My heart painfully squeezes for the memory of the deceased Saif! My being refuses (till this moment) the truth of his death. He was my dearest friend since we were kids and everything reminds me by him; his photos, his CDs, his notebooks and his England soccer team shirt!
I still keep this stuff with me cuz I don't have the enough courage to face his family and give it back to them! I'm also keeping a personal photo for him inside my wallet! I had some dreams about Saif looked so real, I'm wondering if the dead people can visit their beloved ones in dreams or something like that.Every night, I beg my Allah to meet Saif one last time in the afterlife whatever my destiny is!Till when we gotta suffer? Have we reached to a dead end? Will these cleavers stop ripping Iraq apart? Shall we witness the Lord's revenge on the ground and punish those savages who don't hesitate to kill?! Will those orphans, widows and those bereaved ones wipe the tears and give up wailing on the memory of their dear ones?! What did we do to deserve all this? Is their any light of hope at the end of this gloomy scary tunnel?
Or just as Metallica's 'no leaf clover';
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way