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June 30, 2006 • Friday 

a poem for nadia...

OK so here's a little background on this one. Umm there was a Soldier by the name of Specialist Partick McCaffey. He died on the 22nd of June along side of another soldier while working on patrol in the city. He was shot 8 times by Iraqi patrol officers...Iraqi patrol officers who were trained by American forces. Our government trained them to help fight with us are killing our soldiers. The problem is that this is not the first time this has happened and the same people who were killed by the iraqi patrol reported that the iraqis were shooting at them two days before their death and nothing was done about this. Patrick's mother Nadia is now trying to get the story of her son's death told. So do yourself a favor don't believe me, Google his name and read his story... then come back and read the poem again and tell me what you think.

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A Poem for Nadia...

   

in memory of  Patrick  McCaffrey

If i am just another fallen soldier who will stand up for me?

 But if i'm silent who will fight for the justice of the free? 

If i am just another fallen soldier will my mother start a public uproar?

 Or will she give in silently... 

will i be buried on a Wednesday?

I quiet day for me to be layed to rest?  

...or on a Saturday, amist a silent protest?  

Will the bullets that struck me lay were they lay or will my mother too stand up and fight for everyday... of my existence? 

Will she fight for my memory and say that this war i fight is unjust?

But unjust or not i do what i must.

 I fight my fight for you Nadia...  I fight for you because this is what Patrick would do.

 But if im just another fallen soldier who will tell the world that i was not only a soldier? 

Who will tell the world of my revolutionary ideas... and my vivid poetry?

 Will you tell the world for me Nadia? ...Or will you be silent too? 

Will you call my mother and tell her to not let me die in vain? 

Will you call her until the phone rings off the hook and she goes insane? 

Or will YOU too remain.... 

silent. 

But for you that read this... storm the streets violently... don't let the president sleep... riot and cry and scream and tell the world! 

For Nadia, your son is not the only one... your son is not alone... your son's blood runs through the streets of Baghdad... his tears run directly into my soul and the souls of all the other soldiers who he left behind... because that night you lost a son... i lost a brother and My President...

my Commander and Chief

just..

           lost...

                             another...

   number.

From me... the soldier who tends to move more souls poetically.

to you... Nadia McCaffrey, a mother who changes minds politically... 

your son's memory will forever live with me.  

"i'm not special sweety... i'm just another dirty poet. " - r. Calloway




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