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Le quartier chiite miséreux de Sadr City a aussi été le théâtre d'un double attentat. Six personnes ont été tuées et 31 blessées, dont des femmes et des enfants, selon des sources policière et hospitalière.

Tout comme dans le nord du pays, une première bombe a explosé dans le marché al-Oula de Sadr City suivi quelques instants après par l'explosion du deuxième engin, selon la source policière

Brutal taking of life

Understanding cant come from this

Look at the pain

Let the leaders stand and face

Each time troops deployed

There will be no happy end

Something new needs to be tried

Blow up that not understood

Orders just acted on

Maybe we need to say... STOP

Bullets and bombs are not the way

Surley we dont listen to so few

You would think by now

We would have learnt that its wrong

That Bullets and Bombs dont work

Why then bullets and bombs?

Alison Smith

New South Wales, Australia

http://www.poemhunter.com/alison-smith/ 

The Tiger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake