Winter on Mount Sinjar, Iraq,
On  August 3rd 2014,
by the Christian calendar.
That year lasted forever:
Such a long, long time,
Our mouths expelled a hidden heat,
It was the soul of the Ezedi.

Never before has the sun
Filled us so full of tears.
The Muslim torturers arrived in the night
Stole our daughters, killed our sons
These Salafist devils were having fun.

Now we sing for all the dead
For all those whom we loved and lost
At such such-such a heart-wrenching cost.
O! Why DO the wicked prosper?
Why is all we build reduced to rubble
On this the  Nineveh plain?
Nothing can ever, ever, be the same again.