Each drop of blood
That spills out
On the streets
Of the cities
Of Iraq
Is our blood
Each precious drop
Of living blood
That spills out
Of the body
Of Iraq
Each drying drop
That lays out
In the burning
Desert sun
Of Iraq
Is our blood
Each pulsing drop
That runs down
Into the gutters
And rivers
Of Iraq
Is our blood
Each scarlet drop
That places a stain
On the face
Of a child
Of Iraq
Is our future
And our future
Is bloody