W A R
Posted: March 20, 2003, 11:12 am
I will not debate the dead horse, nor will I laugh at the intolerable ignorant of some. I will merely say this.
In a world of strife and misery,
we so often forget our history.
War is never the path we seek to run,
but flowers can never replace the gun.
For if we were to remove all weapons in a day,
some would still use their bare hands to slay.
A soldier's path is one of the truest loves,
ready to die defending both hawks and doves.
For love of country, and respect of their fellow man,
dying in pain, dying with love, for their nation's plan.
I once was a soldier, and I stood tall when asked,
I accomplished my mission, did what I was tasked.
Now a new generation is given similiar goals,
they do it without regard to the opinion polls.
For they understand that is what being a soldier means,
from grizzled old Sergeants to Privates in their teens.
You can question their mission, question the right,
but never fail to support them in any given fight.
Fellow citizens of mine always jump to voice their discontent,
not thinking freedom to disagree came from lives already spent.
I salute these young lads, the newest to leave their mothers,
For they have joined the few, the happy few, the band of brothers.
Shakespeare knew it to be true as he set down his pen,
that none should ever express disrespect for these men.
The debates are over and the decision made,
now is the time for the price to be paid.
Warriors have challenged our land with their rapacious way,
Our soldiers go to instruct them in the price they must pay.
-MLR 2003
In a world of strife and misery,
we so often forget our history.
War is never the path we seek to run,
but flowers can never replace the gun.
For if we were to remove all weapons in a day,
some would still use their bare hands to slay.
A soldier's path is one of the truest loves,
ready to die defending both hawks and doves.
For love of country, and respect of their fellow man,
dying in pain, dying with love, for their nation's plan.
I once was a soldier, and I stood tall when asked,
I accomplished my mission, did what I was tasked.
Now a new generation is given similiar goals,
they do it without regard to the opinion polls.
For they understand that is what being a soldier means,
from grizzled old Sergeants to Privates in their teens.
You can question their mission, question the right,
but never fail to support them in any given fight.
Fellow citizens of mine always jump to voice their discontent,
not thinking freedom to disagree came from lives already spent.
I salute these young lads, the newest to leave their mothers,
For they have joined the few, the happy few, the band of brothers.
Shakespeare knew it to be true as he set down his pen,
that none should ever express disrespect for these men.
The debates are over and the decision made,
now is the time for the price to be paid.
Warriors have challenged our land with their rapacious way,
Our soldiers go to instruct them in the price they must pay.
-MLR 2003