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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: Conspiracy Guy; Mama_Bear; JustAmy; dansangel; dutchess; Aquamarine; Jim Robinson; LadyX; WVNan; ...
Graphic by Billie
The Patriot
His brother died that day in Pearl,
The sneak attack took place.
He lost a cousin on D-Day,
He still can see his face.
The fight was tough and many died,
But freedom they would save.
He fought the Nazis gallantly,
He was more scared than brave.
But he and others pressed the fight,
And soon prevail they did.
He came back home to tickertape,
Back home to wife and kid.
He raised his family, they raised theirs,
Now all have moved away.
His wife passed several years ago.
He misses her each day.
Whats happened to the land he loves,
The one he fought hard for.
He cant go out for walks at night,
He has to lock his door.
He stays at home and reads a bit,
At least his dog still cares.
The young folks drive by in their cars,
Their music loud, their stares.
He flies Old Glory everyday,
He takes her in at night.
He sometimes wishes that he knew,
Just what could make it right.
Ill tell you now we owe this man,
Much more than we can pay.
Lets take our country back for him,
We need to start today.
Right now our troops are overseas,
Like he was long ago.
When they come home, home must be here,
The home we used to know.
Turn off the TV, get outside,
Go shake your neighbors hand.
Vote out the leftist liberals,
Get loud and take a stand.
America, is ours to save,
From outside and within.
Lets keep her strong and keep her great,
So home shell be again.
Conspiracy Guy 5/10/2004
aka DIF © 2004
457 posted on
05/31/2004 7:26:21 AM PDT by
Billie
To: Billie; NicknamedBob
464 posted on
05/31/2004 7:37:02 AM PDT by
Conspiracy Guy
(Everything that matters I learned from a song when I was 3. Jesus Loves Me!)
To: NicknamedBob
Your "Faded Flags" poem reminds me of the book
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card.
Have you ever read it?
479 posted on
05/31/2004 8:11:37 AM PDT by
b9
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