Analysis of A view from Babylon
Desert sand sips on western blood.
Life dwindled on a dust storm.
The Mid-East is drunk;
smashed on the substance of juvenile lives.
Baghdad staggers and stomachs churn;
a harsh place with no feeling for western existence.
Solemn voices, from Muslim mosques –
unintentionally, moan nature’s loss.
Today, youth is sacrifice.
Heroes they called us,
and heroes we are,
but heroes to whom?
Flesh for the worms in our tombs.
Kabul is necessary;
let freedom hold a persistent sway,
but why must I die in Baghdad this day?
God, let me die a sweet death;
let my thoughts pursue pleasant memories until the end.
Let me go thinking of love, laughter and allies.
Let not Baghdad steal my breath;
in this cruel city, I will not die.
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Metre | 10111101 1101011 01111 1101011001 10100101 0111110110010 10101101 010001101 011110 10111 01011 11011 11010101 101100 110100101 1111101011 1111011 11101101000101 111101110010 1110111 0110101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 707 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 7, 5 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 188 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 42 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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