Political Commentary and Philosophy |
Background Politics, Poetry, and Pea...Thoughts and musings on the machinations of the world around us, especially in America. A war hero when he bid adieu He believed in the Red, White, and Blue For the four tours spent in Vietnam He was an average American He had not spoken about Saigon In hand to hand combat---father, son The time he had spent in old Da Nang For the chiming bells that freedom rang And time he had spent with old Jim Beam To wipe away the things he had seen In jungles half way across the earth Pushed away doubts of what it is worth I asked him one day if he had killed And the tears from his eyes freely spilled As I watched this man break down and cry Attempting to begin his reply Eons slowly seemed to pass us by Before he began to tell me why He had killed a man that he might live And that he had hoped God would forgive The hell he'd known---the price he had paid For the promise as a young man made Would not linger on now, past the grave Marine, fighter, warrior, hero, brave Prostitutes aren't the whores of wars The whores line Washington's corridors Very real and much more highly paid Than the wages any young soldier made Line the pockets of our elected Those we believed and we selected Propaganda spin that we accept Homeland Security will now protect As their "truths and sleuths" fuel freedom's death While another soldier gasps his last breath... My father believed his life would pay For the freedoms they would take away No questions asked about what they have done Or of endless wars we never won We'll awaken one day and realize Precious blood was spilled and spent for lies Be you always faithful, Semper Fi Believe in them and then go to die |