Stanley Harris Poet Elegy

Afghanistan England Iran France Iraq Belgium You

>Afghanistan, England, Iran, France, Iraq, Belgium.

Sorry if your country.  I missed.
I guess I need a longer list.
Of where those IS terrorists, have now struck.
And someone has, had such bad luck.

With explosions sounding in the air.
And the smell of death, everywhere.
Loved ones lost and some are maimed.
Never will life be the same.

With borders open.  It’s so easy.
For IS terrorists to move around you see.
All we innocents, won’t really mind at all.
If countries borders are restored as a tool.

To keep those who are IS terrorists at bay.
It must be done soon now I say.
With all those strangers who now appear.
As refugees, or not, I fear.

All must be detained at least until we know.
Who are friends and who is foe
Then our law authorities will then know.
Who can stay and who can go.

I know this prose will not be to everyone's frame of mind.  But that's the novelty of being poets.  We are not  all of one mind. Are we?.  Though this rhyme may be absurd.  It is a truly written word.  Many souls were lost today in Brussels, so the news does say.  I hope no more of it you'll know, I fear IS there.  I hope you or I are not next to go.  Or will not see my poetic flow and that will never do you know.  So just now I'll say hello.  Stanley (the mad author)<

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Rainbow Promise March 22, 2016 at 6:48 PM Hi Stanley. All are concerned about safety today. I am sorry that you experience DEATH at such close quarters and lose loved ones too. Praise God for life, limb and living. Take care, RP. PS: Does "mad author" mean just seeing or expressing oneself differently? Stanley Harris March 23, 2016 at 3:52 AM Whilst raising funds for Help for Heroes. I was well known for teasing kids with the lure of free sweets. Trying to entice the children's parents to get close to my stall so I could encourage them to spend money. For the teasing I was called mad. I must post my poem about 'The Mad Author,' that explains a lot better. Thanks for comments. (TmA)