by Errol A. Smythe

Created on: March 18, 2009

To the sad faced sorry person,
That knows not why battles have to be fought and won;
By brave soldiers fighting for justice, peace and liberty,
For the bright shining beacon of democracy.

Soldiers fought and died everywhere and in the dark trench,
While you and others sat at home or on the park bench
Safe and sound maybe holding your lovers hand,
While they willingly dodged bullets and spat out sand.

Soldiers willingly died for flag ,for country ,for you ,
To protect and provide a permanent blanket of safety for you;
They fought and died as the rain poured down
While you remained safe in the shelter of town.

There is a determined enemy out there;
The unseen hidden enemy is everywhere,
But the worst enemy to face the soldier is ingratitude
From proud pathetic people living safe enslaved by bad attitude.

Some ungrateful miserable mealy mouthed people blind
To the truth no wonder with no discerning mind;
They stand for nothing and fall for anything,
Just like a wishy washy spineless something.

Who is the first to cry for protection ?
These miscreants with no moral direction ;
Cry babies that stubbornly refuse to grow up,
Overgrown babies that for a draft never show up.

One day the last country will no longer rule by the barrel of the gun,
And wars will be fought no more and peace will have been won ;
Cold dark graves will be dug no more ,
To bury brave soldiers that died on some distant foreign shore.

Brave soldiers young and old,
Some of your brave stories may never be told;
But back home thankful grateful hearts grieve,
That you died so that world may in safety live.

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