Hi Y'all. First off, thanks to the vets out there. You are the reason we can sit here talking about the brand new guns we just bought, without worries regarding the government. Thanks you.
Second, I wrote this poem a long time ago, when I heard a lady calling our soldiers a waste of money, and that they were worthless. I vented my anger this way. Not much, as far as poetry goes.
Alone sits a soldier
his wounds, they bleed.
He has given up his life
so that his people will live free.
He answered the call,
yet did he finally fall,
so that freedom could stay.
Now his life pours away.
The enemy he faced,
did gallantly fight.
Now for his life they have chased,
so he sits all alone this dreary night.
His mind drifts to his family,
his children, his wife,
for whom he faced the doom and the strife.
And his heart lets out a wail.
Still he is content,
though his life is spent.
Because liberty rings true,
in the red, white and blue.
Silently he utters a prayer,
to God up above,
he asks for his family, peace,
that they would remember his love.
Death is so close now,
his strength is all gone.
He hears footsteps ahead,
as they scurry along.
The spotlight shines,
sets his face all aglow.
His comrades now see him
dying below.
He knows they're too late,
his soul almost through,
to heavens pearly gates.
He has met his fate.
"Fight hard, my friends,
don't give up.
Don't pass away.
freedoms dear cup."
"My body is done,
my blood is all spent,
but liberty rings true,
in the red white and blue."
Then he sets down his head,
gives a deep sigh.
His friends stand back and watch him,
for America die.
No copyright on this, so if you happen to think this is worth the effort to share it, go ahead.
Thanks Vets!
--TK
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