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A Mother's Prayer

A Mother's Prayer

I kneel in front of the alter praying the rosary to keep my sons protected while they’re serving their country to keep us safe.

As the Persian Gulf War drew to a close, Saddam Hussein ordered six hundred wells to be blown up and set on fire that burned for seven months so no one would benefit from its riches. In the meantime while the Navy ships were in close fighting providing navel gun support, the men were inhaling the smoke of the Kuwaiti oil fields fires. Livestock and other animals perished from the oily, mist. 

down on  bended knee
for strength and serenity
suffering heart prays

© By 11/12/2014


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

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1977. Was the Queens Jubilee,also eventfull year flew down from Teeside to London Heathrow,for an overnight stay an onward journey to Kuwait, my father prime in the proffession he did scaffolding coordintor,myself and sister Tracy were only kids. Not many children get an oppertunity, stemming a family memory weeks rolled on, settling into school,became normality. I couldn`t put into perspective,developing indepth pining for home,muslim life portraying what i missed. However,amongst the feelings of uncertainty,and meeting my new mates building dens behind bungalows,from old shipping crates. We would attend The Hubara Club,an update leisure complex untold amounts to occupy youths,skateboarding main context. Not forgetting my mother,and mundane everyday tasks muslim laws preventing,normality, has to ask simplicity took for granted,from showing arms of pale amongst kuwaiti public,the women wearing veils. Christmas that year, will be forever etched an altercation between perants,that i`d rather not fetch. Kuwait a beautiful country,Twin Towers of Ahmedi without sounding ungrateful,home i`d rather be.
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Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011

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 “America” a poem


The Beautiful

The Home of the Brave

Who’s going to help you, After all you do?

Who’s going to lead, When all you see is the greed?

We put our foot in the door; one more time than before but we forget the needs that we have right here,
The ones we say we hold so dear


We’re lovin Haiti but we’re killin in places like Kuwaiti!!

With all the kill'in we are makin, no wonder they are hat'in

What’s up with Iraq, Will our soldiers ever be able to come back?

We kill our men a time and again

Our country has no money, somethings sure feeling funny

We leave our people behind; The ones who are free but we’re sure not kind

We need to steer, what we hold so dear

The money we spend
The blood we shed

What about our poor and the sick that endure?

We’re out of work

Can’t pay our bills

Got no health care and our media keeps us scared

 America……open your eyes………take care of your own

It’s sure not fair, when we’re all right here

We’re all right here
We’re all right here

America, take a look right here

Copyright © DINA SCALIA | Year Posted 2011