Excerpt from the poem "Freedom's Panorama"
by Muthana Mudher Mohammed.

Everywhere in Iraq, you can see the destruction from the US-UK invasions. Baghdad is a highly polluted city: hot air mixed with dust from destroyed buildings and auto pollution makes everyone very uncomfortable. Half of the city's utilities, destroyed in the 1991 Gulf War and never rebuilt because of sanctions, are now newly destroyed from the U.S. invasion last March and never repaired. June to August is the hottest period in Iraq, every day over 100 degrees of dry heat. With no electricity to run air conditioning and no clean running water, people feel as though they are living in hell. Respiratory disease and heat stroke are very common, especially for the old people and children, and heat-related deaths have increased at an alarmingly high rate.

A U.S. military-imposed curfew of 11:00 PM in Baghdad and many other Iraqi cities; American Humvees and tanks speeding across the city with machine guns and license to do whatever they want; a country without government; a people feeling without hope - this is the reality of Iraq today.

Many Iraqis are angry that while U.S. occupiers have the advanced technology to deploy their missiles to hit the exact target, they cannot fix the city's power lines. Three months, 100 days, after the U.S. invasion, there is still almost no U.S. public assistance for suffering Iraqis, and no rebuilding efforts by U.S. administrators or military in Iraq.

With over 140,000 U.S. troops (or what they call "coalition forces") in Iraq, the U.S. military has overwhelming firepower, yet they are only concerned with using them to hunt Saddam Hussein and his followers - what they call "very bad people"- or protecting Iraqi oil industries. They couldn't care less, however, about social crimes, and public security on the street has completely deteriorated.

Human rights workers unofficially report that, since the end of the "major combat" in May to July, up to 2,000 people have been murdered in social crimes in Baghdad alone. Since I returned from Iraq, at least three people who I met in Iraq either directly or indirectly, have been killed. In some ways, the streets of Baghdad remind me a lot of life in the "hoods" of inner-city America.