In Bahrain by the sea where warm breezes play,
During Ramadan nights at the close of the day,
While lanterns all glimmered and dates were passed round,
Sometimes the sky made a boom-boomy sound.
The drones went bzzz-bzzz! and the missiles went WHOOSH!
The phones all went PING! with a newsroomish swoosh.
The radars went BEEP! and the headlines would roar,
Though many have heard such loud rumblings before.
Some leaders made speeches, some tweeted a lot,
Some generals pointed at maps with a dot.
The pilots stayed ready, the ships stayed at sea,
While the news tried its best to sound terribly scary.
But here in Bahrain something kinder was true –
Our teams looked after each other (as good people do).
With laughter and coffee and kindness to share,
And quiet “Are you alright?” messages everywhere.
And we must say thanks—very clearly and true –
To Bahrain’s wise leadership seeing us through.
To the King, the government, those guarding the night,
Who work so our streets and our homes stay alright.
For those of us expats it’s plain to see:
We’re welcomed with warmth like one big family.
A good life, safe streets, and a place we belong –
A kindness both steady and quietly strong.
So drones may go buzzing and headlines may roar,
But storms in this region have quieted before.
And peace, as it often does sooner than late,
Will tiptoe back gently through Bahrain’s gate.
Andrew Lester
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