The sound of walls
Because of my name,
I was jailed
For the same name of mine
For nothing more
I was jailed
Iraq itself is prison
Between four walls and closed door
No business, no friend would welcome
And no sun would shine
No happy sound I would hear
But the sounds of tortured bodies
When the lash comes down
Days ended as nights
47 days then said
It was not you
You're not who we look for
And you are registered
As an honest man, you are free
I was honest before I reached you
Since I was born, I was honest
And not you who made me honest