World's Latest Saints





They fly - their rescue missions constantly

For those by earthquake  and disaster struck,

And killer waves  of merciless a sea

In spite the  war on terror in Iraq.



One hundred flights a day without a pause,

The navy sea hawks race as they ascend

To save the smitten,- holy is their cause,

In foreign often hostile people’s land



They  rescue, cull, deliver, heal and feed,

They quench the thirst of many a Muslim throat,

And see but fellowman  in desperate  need,-

Marines and troopers do the work of God!.







They heal- bring doctors without borders, - speed

To save the lives of even hidden foes,

Regardless of the dogma faith and creed,

In boundless mercy for a peoples‘ woes.



American-Australian troopers haste

To rescue, save and feed the multitude

In furlough paradise’s  Land of Waste

Observe dear world, to learn what’s great and good.!



In spite of hidden enemies they speed

Delivery and rescue sans constraints,

Behold dear world, bow low  I pray and meet

Uncanonized your very latest Saints.!





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