Poem: She doesnt love me, but oh I love her so .. (Kuwait)

Kuwait

Gazing up at the sky, on a regular summer day

Was a young man, wearing a green shirt lined with a shade of grey

He was sobbing and crying by the sea, why, I didnt know

“Must be a girl”, i thought, but little did I know

“Chin up, son. Im sure it cant be that bad

We’ve definitely had it harder, come on then, be a good lad”

He looked up at me, a handsome man, with a face as white as snow

Tears flowed down his cheeks, like a river, but of sorrow

“She doesnt love me sir” he pleaded, “Why I wish Id know

I would gladly give my life for her, oh, I love her so”

“Come my son, dont cry, no girl is worth these tears

I havent seen a man as a miserable as you, over a girl no less, in all my 80 years!”

“A girl?” He wondered “Whatever drives your thinking?

Im crying over my land, sir, Kuwait .. its bleeding, its sinking”

“Come now my boy” I said “Kuwait is filled with riches!

Look at our houses, our cars, our land, dont be naive and burn your bridges

If you care not for material, at least be happy for your health”

“What about the health of my little boy, who will grow to know no wealth

We are a land that survived a war, a people with great pride

We used to educate not only our sons, but the lands far and wide!

We used to instill fear in our opponents, especially on those green pitches

We now have leaders in places of power, when they are better off doing our dishes!”

“Come my son, you must calm down, dont let people hear you speak like this

Go home to your wife and son, my boy, tuck them in and give them a kiss”

“Why do you sound so afraid, sir, for what I question is naught but ours

Since when do we stay at home, quietly, and watch the thievery for hours

Months, and years pass us by, as we watch our children grow

In a land I do not recognize anymore, filled with grief, sorrow and woe

This land may have been great at times, that were closer to your ages

But I know not these times, my dear sir, they are nothing but history, written in pages

I cry, sir, everyday because I know not where to go

I know now she does not love me, but oh I love her so.. “