The first Gulf War hit Kuwait on August 2nd 1990. A lot of people lost a lot of precious things. My then thirteen year old brother lost the innocence of his childhood. This poem is dedicated to him and to others like him with stories that didn’t make the news headlines but remained etched in their souls for the rest of their lives.
Loss of Innocence…
I remember the blue skies and I recall the sand,
The spray of the ocean and the heat of the land,
I remember a time when there was the deserts were free
When my friends and I would ride our bikes as far as the eyes could see.
Tanks and bazookas were in TV shows for fun,
Guns and war games were for routine playtime under the sun,
The evening prayer call was when mom lit the incense,
To not chomp down our meals during the Holy Month, just made common sense.
It all changed after that one fateful day,
I was told I couldn’t go back to the grounds where I had learnt to play,
The home we grew up in, was no longer our own,
Every memory of my childhood seemed lost and forlorn.
Not sure when, but I know a part of me went still,
Was there a moment in time when I realized, this void would never fill?
Reality struck me like a bolt from the blue,
As all the colors of my childhood, got lost in a strange desert hue