To: JustAmy; Mama_Bear; NicknamedBob; Conspiracy Guy; Old Sarge
To the poets who've written these very poignant poems for Amy's Place (and the Finest), and to Mama_Bear for her beautiful montage, we thank you so much. Your contributions help make Amy's one of the best-to-read and the prettiest-to-look-at daily threads on FR. :)
454 posted on
05/31/2004 7:19:28 AM PDT by
Billie
To: NicknamedBob; Mama_Bear; JustAmy; dansangel; dutchess; Aquamarine; Jim Robinson; LadyX; WVNan; ...
(Please be sure and let the graphic fully load - the file would be *way* too many bytes if not done with a separate animation over the main image.)
Graphic by Billie
Faded Flags
There are a lot of faded flags. Theyve grown a tattered gray,
That were so bright and vibrant when we hung them on that day.
The fresh pain now has faded, and control is grimly kept.
The hurt that washed into our soul made furrows as we wept.
Faded too is memory, perhaps a blessed thing,
Except we get reminders of the terror that they bring.
They think they can deflect us. They hope they can prevail.
I have a bit of news for them, WE ARE NOT GOING TO FAIL.
We showed our children Peace and Love, they turned a little green,
And found compelling entertainment in a video machine.
We watched in horror as they chortled at the gore,
We hardly knew that they were hardening for War.
Our enemies underestimate the ease with which we cringe,
For they havent seen our kids go on a video killing binge.
They are prepared for battle, all we need to say is go,
Game overs when theyll note the scores belonging to the foe.
We didnt want them trained this way, but since its come about,
I think we ought to let the kids just let their feelings out.
Theyll vent a lot of anger, and well cheer them from the side,
And theyll sweep away the flaming horde just like a rising tide.
And faded colors of the flag will gain a brighter gleam,
As the new recruits are added to the old part of the team.
Some may return with wounds and mental hurt that keep them blue,
While others will be stellar in the things they have to do.
The purest of their valor will be shown within the fight,
And white will represent them in the dawns approaching light.
And yes, we will have casualties. Many smiles will end up dead.
And well sew the bravest color in their shroud in brightest red.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May 19, 2004
© 2004
456 posted on
05/31/2004 7:24:02 AM PDT by
Billie
To: Billie
463 posted on
05/31/2004 7:33:54 AM PDT by
Conspiracy Guy
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