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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
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.
Paul Beadnall for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Opened Doors
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
“America” a poem
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