The Rape .

She was tall , beautiful and very proud .
people likened her to a luscious palm tree
generous with the sweetness of Her fruits ,
giving Her protective shade to all
Her rivers were of a deep blue
reverberating under a scorching sun,
Her mountains high and aloof ,
Her sky made of golden dust
and Her scent of, orange blossom and jasmin.
She was passionate ,
Her body riddled with
a thousand fires
at times ,
She was as hard as a desert rock
but never without Heart.
Gods, Queens, Kings and Sultans
visited Her
sat in Her presence
at times ,
hordes of lowly spirits
passed by
yet, She redressed herself
picking up the pieces
singing Her old melodies
that never tarnished .
She would hum them , silently
in the depth of Her starry night
and during the day ,
She was relentless , arduous .
She would lull, seduce and intimidate
out of reach ,
She would look in her silver mirror
and no one
had access to Her thoughts .

And one day , a barbarian landed.
the one became two ,
the two became three ,
and they multiplied.
they arrived on a cold winter's night
lecherous , salivating ,
groping in the darkness,
hands rubbing
their eyes roving ,
their erected bodies prowling
like wild beasts
excited at the smell of blood
at the smell of flesh
their senses tintillating
on the verge of shivers
about to explode .

they cornered Her ,
before sunrise
in the pitch blackness
of a velvety night

they nailed Her to the floor ,
gagged Her , slapped Her , kicked Her
broke Her bones,
then stripped Her naked
tearing Her clothes away
shredding them to pieces
unzipped themselves
and gang raped Her

one after the other ,
rushingly taking turns ,
forcefully penetrating Her
in frenzy
panting , drooling,
sweating,shuddering,
pouring out their lust
greed , savagery
into one climax
after another
until Her oblivion and theirs.

relieved, satisfied and content,
they spat and hastily ran
leaving Her
spread on a stone cold pavement
unconscious , bruised, naked,
drenched in semen and blood
gushing from Her Womb.

I was passing by ,
it was a rainy day .
I saw a lone stained pearl
from Her necklace
lying on ancient cobbles
I picked it up and asked
to whom does this belong ?
I was told , Her name was Iraq .

Painting by Iraqi Artist Jaber Alwan.