There Was Once

There was once a group of people 

Under one ceiling

In union.

A union of abstinence, a religious duty

Fasting in a hot afternoon.

There was once a group of worshippers

Under one ceiling 

In union. 

A union of actions, of whispered words 

Whispered words of reverence 

And glory, glory to one God.

There was once a group of individuals

Under one ceiling

In union. 

A union of stances, reciting verses of devotion

Devotion to a lord almighty. 

There was once a group of humans

Under one ceiling

In union.

A union of prostration, expressions of humility

And gratitude

And love. 

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There was once one lone coward

Under a veil

In solitude

Wearing destruction and hate.

There was once a monster

Under a veil

A veil of fake religious beliefs 

In an attire of abhorrence and terror.

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There was once an attack

Under a dome of peace

In cowardice. 

From behind, sending to the heavens the peaceful

Injuring the unsuspecting

Shocking a community.

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 There is now a country

Under one sky, on one pure land

In grief.

Exemplifying the art of giving

Honoring its martyrs, caring for its injured, 

Loving its people. 

There is now Kuwait

A haven of differences

In union

A union of tolerance and acceptance

An undivided home.

And it will always be.