Zaid had the misfortune
of being born in Iraq, a country
rich with oil.
Iraq had the misfortune
of being invaded by a country
greedy for oil.
The country greedy for oil
had the misfortune of being led
by a man too eager for war.
Zaid’s misfortune multiplied
when his parents were shot down
in front of their medical clinic.
Being eleven and haunted
by the deaths of one’s parents
is a great misfortune.
In Zaid’s misfortune
a distant silence engulfs
the sounds of war.