Listen
Listen
Listen to the distant drums.
Listen to the bugles calls.
Almost as long as there has been life, war has been a part of it. Mankind continues to wage war even though the consequences often breed nothing but misery. However, when a person is called to defend his or her country, or protect other defenseless people, it is his duty to fight. There is no question that there is evil in the world and we must not rest on our laurels and say it is none of our business. We cannot stand by and watch while others are being persecuted. It is the duty of mankind to uphold justice.
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Row upon row the poppies grow,
Each one a symbol to brave men we will never know.
They stood before us, they stood up straight,
A man walked up to me some time ago.
He had a story he wanted me to know.
He reached out his hand to shake mine,
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I pledge allegiance to the American Flag; forever may she wave.
God bless those covered with her as they're lowered to their grave.
We must not take for granted the freedoms that we share
and the soldiers that protect us in our darkest hour.
Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He was just another beggar holding out a shiny tin cup.
What a beautiful poem. God bless all the veterans: dead, alive, and the ones still fighting. To all of you, a proud salute, my prayers, and love.
Fallen heroes one by one,
In the news there's another one.
Whether they fight or whether they are on call,
It's time to thank them once and for all.
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If I don't make it home, please remember it wasn't because I didn't try.
The last thing I wanted was to make you cry.
I wanted more than anything to make it back to you,
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
How blue are the eyes of my darling
And warm are her lips ruby red.
How white are her arms of enchantment
That beckon me into her bed.
They walked miles on foot,
Loosing loved ones on the way,
Through grim, dirt and soot,
Traveling night and all day.
This poem was a very nice poem. My ancestors traveled the Trail of Tears.