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Tribute to our Troops

We bow to you our valiant heroes all
That fight in Iraq and Afghanistan,
Who followed and obeyed the urgent call
To fight, -Hail every woman! every man!
We watch you in Fallujah and Najaf,
Ramadi, - Sunnis and extreme Shiites,
And our hearts go out to you in love,
Nobility and strength marks all your fights.
But poetry’s acclaim does not suffice,-
Inadequate, inept's poetic art,
To honor your tremendous sacrifice
That touches so profoundly mind and heart.
Will the Iraqis for their freedom fight?
As you do, in heroic sacrifice?
That is the question.-- or prefer the blight
Of fanatics benumbing them with lies.?
Let with attention undivided all
Surround our dear brave fighters spiritually,
Imploring forces high celestial
To win for noblest fight due victory.
That fight amongst strange cultures in strange land,
To give its people life and liberty,
Will the Iraqi people understand
That this occurs first time in history?
How hard for fighters it must be, - and is,
When ready for attack, - halt!, stop!, refrain!,
In courtesy of doubtful sanctuaries,--
Politeness that costs casualties and pain.
Ah could you see us soldiers, could you hear
The fervent prayers intercessory,
And hear the sighs and see the many a tear
Sent up to heaven for you constantly
Its prayer,- its the only means there is-
And supplication ardent and devote,
Lo! prayer is the only means wherewith,
We can assist and touch the heart of God.
And so we just keep praying every day,
And hours late while hearts and candles burn,
Beseeching the Almighty that He may
Be gracious and command your safe return.
© Elizabeth Dandy

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