The Blairing Kofi Bush War of IraqSeveral months after the Iraqi war (2003) was officially declared to be over I still awoke in the middle of the night being disturbed by visual images of the war (past and on-going). After several nights of interrupted sleep, I got out of bed at 2 am one night and started scribbling my feelings about the war - marking the birth of this epic poem. I realized then (August, 2003) that in one way or another I had fallen victim of this war. Writing my feeling, and to some extent expressing my thoughts about the war (as contained in these pages), was my way of healing and coming to terms with what had happened previously- and what was continuing to happen. At the same time, I realized that the unsanctioned (and often-times uncensored) visual images of the war, which were splashed world-wide in people's living rooms may, as well, have adversely affected other viewers in many countries. I hope, therefore, that by going through these pages others, like me, will experience a therapeutic feeling - leading to a healing effect. |
