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When young men die, for old men's pride
all society's sacrifice
justice died when the old men lied
when young men die, for old men's pride
their mother's wept,and maidens cried
innocents dead for old men's vice
when young men die, for old men's pride
all society's sacrifice
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Spare us from this prophecy of despair
waste
In many a paradise once stood
lovely palm groves, each an
oasis of calm and peace,
but warring men said nay,
it does not fit our plan
and in seconds it became a napalm grove,
tiny tots once danced in the streets
to the mystical ancient sound of sitar and flute,
now they dance on one leg,
after explosions rendered them flamingos,
burned pink and left limbless.
Promises become premises,
upon which to build rhetoric
as to why we must make war,
and premises become primeval
and barbaric as men butcher men
to establish democracy
where all are treated equal
God gave men free will but
soon will free us from the
madness it has wrought.
Armageddon has legsageddon too,
it walks across the middle east,
stomping it's feet, in Israel ,
and Afghanistan, Iraq, Saudi Arabia,
and Iran.....as well as in an oval office
somewhere west of the middle east
make peace amongst yourselves,
hug children and sing them tales
of love and joy, for soon the world
may darken with the shadow of the beast,
and innocence will be slain forever
from this planet, after all who are worthy
are spirited away. Peace to you and yours
Godspeed to the resolution of man's woes.
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The horrible cost of freedom, it's tolls for all
To all the tiny waifs faces upturned
their eyes so new to absence, moist with tears
girls who held tight with trembling lips
young lads who clung with earnest grips
on Daddies legs refusing to let go
then wailing with dismay at his goodbyes
throughout the centuries war has been a blight
their crying caught in check when his voice spoke
to promise them that he would be back soon
he turned and walked away to fight a war
then vanished in the smoke and flames unleashed
I speak for precious children left behind
His promise lives, someday you'll be rejoined
beyond the dust of graves and Dads denied,
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To all the Moms and Dads who gave much more
then any cause should ask of them to give
this boy they nurtured...smiling as he grew
then frowning as the war drums banged their toll
their dreams for sons did not include a trip
to battle zones to risk both life and limb but
as patriots they touched his uniform
they kissed his cheek, and hugged him one more time
then sent him whole and healthy off to fight
but got back telegrams and body bags
some shiny medals and some folded flags
plus monstrous gaping holes left in their souls
wherein echoed the words of his farewell
"Don't worry Mom and Dad, I'll see you soon."
and in a sense his words they still ring true
for when his parents hearts they cease to ache
they'll find him standing tall at heaven's gates
awaiting their return so patiently
He'll welcome them at last ...forever home.
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To all those Wives who watched their vows dissolve
much earlier then they could ever fathom
by shrapnel, bullets, bayonets and swords
"Death did them part..." upon some foreign shores
each marriage formed ironic parallels
Your husbands marched down aisle....then off to wars
know that your husbands left for "Honor" to
they "Cherished" their homelands both "Rich and Poor"
In "Sickness and In Health" sworn to defend
"For Better and For Worse" they stood their ground
"United as One" each platoon advanced
on bended knees they fell for sacred vows
and know that in their final ragged breath
they whispered your names with great reverence
your last kiss lingered sweetly on their lips
your memories cradled them to paradise
where someday God again will join your hands
renewing love that none will put asunder
and thank you for your greatest sacrifice.
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To all brave men who fought..these words salute
Brothers-in-arms who stood answering the call
who lost their friends to sudden crippling blasts
or choked on nerve, or blood, or mustard gas
as well as victims crushed by Agent orange
the years "Still" stake their claims, the death tolls rise
to those who lost their limbs and normal lives
or fell to drugs, disease, or suicides
to all who faced the British musket balls
and those who fought for union in our land
and those who sat entrenched against the Huns
or belly crawled through sands at Normandy
or scaled the lava crusts of Iwo Jima
or shivered in the Chosin Reservoir
or night patrolled jungles in Vietnam
or faced the toxic winds of Desert storm
or fell in flames in mountains of Afghan
or took a bullet's puncture in Iraq
each year we send out more, they don't come back
this poem's for you, your brothers gather yearly
to guarantee you'll never be forgotten
and when at last they "Fall Out" from their lives
they'll join your ranks, at ease on heaven's shores
in glory, honored , peace at long last granted
free from the pains of war forevermore.
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to all Prisoners of war and M.I.A.'s
I offer you theses humble words and song
our hopes for your return they slip away
for you've remained in limbo far too long
unknown the place you fell but still we care
you haunt our thoughts...this is our solemn prayer:
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"As long as there are men who have a voice,
recovery teams will search it is our choice,
as veterans we surely must demand
a true accounting brought for every man
return the fallen here to their homeland
for them..anything less it would be wrong
I close now with my old familiar song
the lyrics I once wrote to sing with ("Taps.")
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Rest in peace
brave young men
free from sorrow
and pain
battle spent
from your humble
graves so alone
we shall come
and we'll carry
you home.....................
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one night of purely peace
across the earth
most creatures thrive
in harmony at peace
while nature plays her lilting songs
her wondrous notes released
that cause all of her finest works
to dance, and hum, and fly,
beneath the glowing lanterns of
ten million fireflies
yet in that darkness also dwells
the forces that disrupt
where men make war, and bombers soar
and life ends so abrupt
how many tiny creatures
are destroyed by human hate
as blood lust flails
and young boys wail
the cost to all is great
oh, just to have one night of bliss
where every man sleeps sound
and all God's creatures unafraid
beneath the stars abound
till morning comes around
~~~~~Artis
Sacrificial lambs to the slaughter
Heroes don't always hold you tight
and kiss away the tears,
you simply get a folded flag,
in a triangular shape to treasure,
and bury your face in
after it is lifted off the coffin,
you get a shock when
twenty-one gunshots salute him,
as if the one that killed him
was not enough,
you get a handful of medals,
but the handful of flesh
when he held your hand
is gone soon to bones,
you get sincerest apologies
for your loss, but they
offer nothing to fill the hole
in your life except dirt and ceremonies,
you get a paltry amount of insurance money,
and the respect of all for your sacrifices
when all you really wanted was him
back in your arms
I have met with many mothers
as well as many wives
and girlfriends of men
who have not come home,
or came home horizontal,
with no horizons left in their lives
and there are no words
even for a poet to replace
the agony of silent screaming souls
and the emptiness of love lost to hate
and useless wasted wars
by fools who seek glory in flesh
sacrificial lambs to the slaughter
both the husbands and fathers
both the sons and the daughters
turned to dust for lost causes
years later still grieved for
and nothing to ease the remnants
that remain remains!
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