Just a word in these troubled
times,
Writing lines, and constructing rhymes,
If you're tired of watching the war,
Unplug your set, 'tis easy to ignore.
But whate'er you do, I must
implore,
Our Sons and Daughters on a distant shore,
The hardest thing 'bout being a vet,
Returning home to hate and hurled epithet.
Stand-up for right, as is only
just,
The troops deserve our sacred trust,
They're off in Arabie, rife with sand,
Far from home in a barren land.
Ordered in harm's way, not their
choice,
But Americans each, they have a voice,
Not to raise against their peers,
Nor to suffer from dissident's jeers.
To participate in a bigger thing,
To right a wrong, let freedom ring,
Suffer the heat, and probably pain,
To end the pillage of Saddam Hussein.
We all exalt, all nations stand
firm,
Iraq misjudged us, look at them squirm,
So out of travail there comes a gift,
Leaders of Earth have healed their rift.
Let the scribes record for all who
follow,
The U.N. stood tall, their conclave not hollow,
Weep not mothers, for your sacrificed lambs,
Blood 'twill be spilt but sheep become rams.
From this date forward, mark ye
well,
You'll suffer our wrath, hear death's knell,
The planet moves forward into the light,
We welcome despots and will willingly fight.
Moving forward from division, into
unity,
Coalescing our might, in one-whole community,
So consider my words, Mr. Hussein,
Or from the sky, death will rain.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Do
you remember this?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
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modified: April 26, 2009