 | Latest Poem: Good One, George |
| Images of conflict have exploded in my mind And drums that beat of battle thunder clear My nicely strict, safe lifestyle now corroded, undermined And my knees do creak and rattle for my fear The object in my hands is neither kindred, friend or liked And the scent upon the air is dank of rot And no-one understands the change upon me as I hiked Nor underwent despair such as my lot I used to be a farmer sowing seed and reaping fruit Back before they came to make me what I am Ago, when days were calmer and before I wore this suit So to give my life for sake of Uncle Sam Now tattered is the flag which flies aloft of white and blue Though the red upon it now is mostly blood And hardly does the Rag forgive mine or the blood I drew As I lie with friends around me in the mud Soon trumpets will be ringing out the victory of men As the triumph of the righteous dulls the rage But I'll not join the singing or the revelry with them For I see that in their triumph is their cage |
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 | Poem Category: Political |
| Poems in this category:
Good One, George by Troubadour (Jun. 17) Bush's America by Temujin (Feb. 24) |
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