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Poet Tom Zart 50 conservative American war poems
CONSERVATIVE ZART POET TOM'S 50
America in POEMS OF WAR
The White House
Washington
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Dear Lillian:
After Number 41, Tom Mozart CDs. Thanks for thinking of me. I am grateful for their efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these brave men and women a debt of gratitude, and I'm honored to be commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in world history.
Best Wishes.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush
Inflexible HONOR
Weakness invites plight morality, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All that love can be destroyed and transformed
For the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.
When looking something wrong with us in the face
To corrupt our morals, faith and determination.
God gives us courage to defend what is right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.
Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
And silence the memory of God's law.
It depends on the faithful to remain inflexible
The defense of freedom and justice for all.
Our men and women serving in danger
They are the weapons of what the free world depends.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All who stand for is gone.
God loves his SOLDIERS
It is sometimes difficult to protect what is right
Sometimes we are despised as for others who struggle.
Some of us are ready, regardless of loss of
The commission of our soul to save the cross.
Evil prospers on greed and human hate
They are always ready to destroy and defecate.
The grace of God descends upon the soul of man
Cleaning the impure it can.
As long as man has struggled on earth
Life has had its problems from birth.
Seed of God's goodness has delayed man's demise
Thank Heaven for their heroes to the strong and wise.
The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday
How many, that only he could say.
God loves his soldiers who line up to serve
Standing up against evil His grace they deserve.
NEVER be afraid to be part of campaign
America, wealth, place of my birth
I'll take care of every day I die.
When the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
I loved her like me
Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and freshwater lakes
Although winds of our seasons.
There's the haunt of a whistle of a freight train only
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories high
Concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Shows dreams come true the United States.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, present and the few.
We will overcome terrorism, as it must be fought
Satan never quit horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And March with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusal to submit to the will our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
IN THE Teeth of the Dog
Throughout history man was born to fight
Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.
Since its conception has remained the same
The choice to serve good or bad as before.
Our children face the dog's teeth
In hot spots all over our planet.
They leave their families and all who love
To protect and preserve what liberty is worth it.
The enemies they face are the mad dogs of man
With the desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance to the death of others
Teaching principles of hate till the grave.
Support our troops who battle the horde
While we live the good life back house.
When you see a soldier show them your smile
Say "hello we love you and your not alone.
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
Wherever they live mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In each city, town or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
We are all born as an innocent child
To induce to mislead others on the road.
God has always loved children
Although her heart is broken when they stray.
The mad dogs of man never repent
For those who have no sense of shame or pain.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side Life
Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.
God gives the will to sin no more
And for overcome evil unwilling to cease.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
World peace that murder, rape and destruction.
Samson, Solomon, and David
They were chosen by God to rise.
They face great difficulties and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
It is time for the good men of the earth
To unite to stop the horde.
Standing firm against tyranny in which there
Putting the mad dogs of man with the sword.
Where wars are won and lost
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Which require greater firepower
And the troops Table of combat.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces
Until the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome his pride
Politicians cast their votes.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Through the story remains the same
Most of those who die are just males.
Like monkeys in a revolving cage
Disputes for the peanut man of power.
When will we overcome our greed
And become a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust to dust
The wrath of war is a horrible crime.
It is the beast that still prevails
As has been through the torments of time.
WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN
When the war pound to take over
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
He feeds the roots of his soul.
Many things forever change
Much more will want to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things to fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State, and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
That which disables humanity.
When bursts war, the limits change
And all who die are a symbol
Of the rage that must run its course
Before he speaks words of peace.
I hate war, but not men, flags, or race
But the war itself, with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then there are apt to greet those who weep.
What distinguishes war is not death
But that man is murdered by his neighbor.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his murderous hand of the enemy.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers do not suffer alone.
The essence of war is nothing but violence
Until the survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we are forced to stand and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.
Battle Fever is a natural buzz of
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of the guilty.
Sometimes, victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes the cost of both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so bad.
War is hell to visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
Must be a reason man destroys man
But why so, I can not understand.
September 11
After suffering the wrath of an attack furtive
America now mourns its essence.
Though soon her enemies shall all flee
From the sound of America, the war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We will defeat the soldiers and drove them out of hell
And if we die, that's what that freedom is concerned.
We will look wherever they may hide
Street by street, house by house, cave by cave.
That will be eradicated from the face land
For the righteous, the loyal and brave.
SATAN HORDE retire
Overcoming war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world gets more dangerous every day.
Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive on their falsehoods at play.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all that is bad
Beside the fire of eruption and storm.
A victory of evil, never give up
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we got is far from heaven
As patriots respond to threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF World War III
Our sons and daughters to serve the damage in the form
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some of grandparents
More than one husband or wife.
They face great difficulties without complaining
The life and physical integrity of the game for little money.
So far from all who love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of the condemnation of the United States
Promise to murder and everything they can maul.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.
Exploited their young as weapons election
Teaching in heaven, virgins waiting.
The destruction of lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The cry of fear to be submitted
And find a way to calm them.
Where defenders worry if we're down
The future is bleak for States USA.
Now is not the time to fight among themselves
Or kiss our enemy's cheek.
Throughout the story remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It is for us to stand firm
The defense of human freedom.
SO to my heart
So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As released and I am in my bed alone.
Every day I see death, hate and corruption
Combat is a test from God of man's malfunction
For the family, colleagues, and I pray
For my love with this poem I want to convey.
I knew you wanted, but never much
Until the war, I'm forced beyond your touch.
, Where violence grows, there is the stench of death
With the taste of fear with each breath.
Who prevail, they die
As the sadistic kill under God's heaven.
Baghdad has become man Highway to Hell
When the heart of the darkness are alive and well.
I count each day until it's time to go home
And being with my love and never alone.
Love You
The navy
FREEDOM
In their new uniforms
The departure of young people outside
Without know we will return.
With a proud devotion
Stir his flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.
May all be buried
For all our children
It is a prayer from the ancient tribe.
They are so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
A burden for parents to bear.
Oh, the taste of victory
It will be soon forgotten
But never was lost.
For rows of white tombstones
In peaceful green fields
Make it easy to record expenses.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty war
And we who remain
It should help keep your free
For those who can march no more!
Our banner
Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by heroes live and dead.
He stands for justice and courage too
With their colors, red, white and blue.
For all who serve Him will applause
For any who die, there will be tears.
To Those whom I love, life is swell
For those who harm her, war is hell.
As many mothers have cried
As they sent their children to war.
As many parents have not returned
Because our freedom must be earned.
Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of the earth
Because those who prove their worth.
Love of home
I dedicate this poem from inside my tent
As the desert winds keep it folded shape.
My love for the country is in full swing now
I would describe, but it's hard to know how.
Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death
Cursed by hatred and dirt from the air.
I do not care if other than serving God
To pay for their crimes is what they deserve.
His horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although it soon will know the fate of murderous fools.
We proudly serve my country and President
Than I have sworn to uphold the one hundred percent.
While haunted by visions of what to do
I fight for justice, and the red, white and blue.
Day Veterans
The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Extremely more when our loved ones die.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And they deserve our support.
Humanity itself is the culprit
That throughout history, history is the same.
Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire
Always with enemy fire.
Somehow the righteous tend to prevail
In the miss-guide, with a tendency to fail.
No wonder that the fear of the languages that are
The disputes below humanity as God's heaven.
The danger faced by our soldiers is real
So let them know how we feel.
Put out your flag and show your heart
As the we love leave us.
Battle for Baghdad
Determined though scared, walk my pace
In the deadly streets Baghdad.
The search for any harm that our plot
Or our death are joyous and happy.
Standing in shadows caused by the moon
Me memories of my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
It is becoming increasingly weary of sleeping alone?
I feel remorse for all who live here
This place is hell of a madman.
And those who want to keep it that way
Must be killed or locked up in jail.
My greatest my fear is not death
But I'm going to end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life
Depending on others for care.
My wife, she prays for my safe return
As killed the night and day more GI's.
She knows very well what it takes
The oath I have given will be fulfilled.
SADDAM
The king of Baghdad has been reduced
Never again dictate.
The man was sentences for crimes of this
And heaven flee for his sin.
For his tyranny, he was famous
In every capital on earth.
Until apprehended in his hole spider
Completely stripped of its value.
He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.
While it may seem that the wicked
And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith they are defeated
The seeds of goodness in man.
FORMIDABLE FOE
States America is the birthday cake of earth
As the ants march from every direction.
Thank God for all those who have sworn to defend his
Serve with love, honor, pride and affection.
From the first days George Washington went to war
Some people have wished our demise.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed
He was defeated by our brave and wise.
Once again, we must face a formidable foe
Than are committed by God to destroy us all
Abusing his faith as an excuse to kill
On the worldwide jihad, their leaders call.
Some say we should try to appease the
For if we resist, they hate us even more.
However, David's among us deliver our stones
Defeating them, as had been done before.
SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME
If tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Looking down from up above
Seeing everything you do.
If I become a victim
I beg you Will Love Again
Who ever makes you happy
I will consider my friend.
If tomorrow starts without me
Remember our children, God loves all who care.
And when life seems too harsh and cruel
With "it" must share their prayer.
I have shown that I am a coward
He breaks and will survive.
Fearing death always kisses me
On the streets of Baghdad I drive.
Tomorrow should start without me
Choose be proud to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Earn the freedom we deserve.
I miss home more than ever
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can not help but want to hold you
And whisper what I say.
AMERICAN SOLDIER
Our soldiers line up to be remembered
Like the best of the best in their work.
They want to be necessary and depends on
To save all we love from the crowd.
They risk life and limb for freedom
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something larger than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice what is going to take.
Thank God FOR HEROES
Thank God for heroes Life
Which led to outnumber those who are not.
The wise are grateful for all the blessings of God
If not realize how stupid they have.
America is the grain train land
Whose people exercise rule by their vote.
Everyone has the opportunity to participate and prosper
As you arrive on foot, by plane or boat.
Our freedom is based on the law of the land
Our future depends on our sand.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our mistakes we are willing to admit.
The grim of heart hate America
And choose to put your question to shame
Devotion most of those who love and live here
Up to defeat the soldiers of blame.
LONELINESS OF WAR
I know I'm still here so far, far away
As we fight for what they think is right.
I wonder about you and your mom
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can drive you crazy
If you do not get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, back and forward,
The expected death out of love.
May God be saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, land covered men, we see every day
As we yearn for those days of laughter.
The look from afar to a fallen comrade
As Stay on your side until the end.
No mother brought her newborn son
With more care, than we are a friend.
Many have their own diaries
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I've become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
So try not to worry too much about me.
It only helps her mother in and out of the earth
And while I'm gone be all you can be.
SLAUGHTER, processing and UNRESTRICTED WAR
The Japanese had not lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(twice as an infantryman americana)
With five days of rations and courageous determination.
The men in brown uniforms clumsily wrapped
From earliest childhood they had been taught
Than die for the emperor and one's country
It was the greatest of all glories to be sought.
In addition, the hardware backing them was awesome
As snipers were accurate to within a thousand yards and more.
Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, its better torpedoes
And its aircraft unmatched in quality, aerobatics air and punctuation.
Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare
America was able to overcome and prevail.
Again America must stand firm to survive
As we face a new monster from hell.
VIETNAM
Soldier in the Rain
I'm just a soldier that is in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and the love of money.
But what can I say, when to serve its true
To which I offered to see through this war.
Now, I'm here, is hard to believe
We are the victims of those who cheat.
As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls looking for.
In the distance I see an arc light
Bombs dropped on children at night.
I have seen that evil they call the yellow rain
And how life withers when it is sprayed by an airplane.
All my friends have been removed
Do not touch more going to play football forever.
Zip in their plastic bags for the long journey back
They are some of the bravest I ever knew.
The war is a hell, devised by man,
There is no death in the sea, sky and earth.
Lord, I can not help but want to be home
Back with my love, I hope it alone?
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day
I'm so glad you love my mother
And take time for us every day.
The last time I played baseball
You tell me searched by hand.
I looked at you, and then made a wish
That might be only half the man.
I love my father of this land
And I love my Father in heaven.
It's a lot to me love, you know?
Because I'm only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can not brag and boast.
BULLETS AND BarbWire
We wake up at the crack of rifle fire
With mortar shells on the floor nearby.
The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
That saved a lot of us that would not die.
The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground
As the CV charge our fortified hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick
As we struggle to live and not by emotion.
Barbed wire, bullets and clay-mores took feel
As red and green tracers lit up the sky.
Soon I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.
Fleeing the sound of our shots of helicopters
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I exclaimed, "thank you" to heaven over
As I found my friends on my knees.
Somehow I managed to survive the day
Although I have served with many names I've read
Carved in black stone of The Wall Shinny
Are my colleagues in the war, among the dead.
KOREA 1950
UN soldiers fought and were forced to retire
Behind sandbags protected by rings of barbed wire.
Many GI killed since the attacks took place
810,000 by Communist troops.
Our guys used phosphorus, flamethrowers and napalm,
Because without these weapons that could not survive.
The charges Communist bugles
Until the UN could start it's offensive drive.
In the battlefield of death and misery
Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City boys, farmers, students, parents and children.
With one and half million dead and wounded
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
July 27, 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.
WORLD WAR II
WAR
When war is waged to take over
And events beyond control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which feeds roots of his soul.
Many things change forever
Much more will want to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things I fight for kept clear.
War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State, and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
That disables the humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a symbol
Of the rage that must run its course
Before that speaks words of peace.
TROOP SHIP
Our ship had sailed before dawn
Surrounded by the thickest of the fog
Still ignorant of our fate
Or what was written in the diary of Captain.
It was not long to see
Our cruise was not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
With nothing to run.
Twenty knots per hour, which toured
As white caps passed us
Ten thousand young Americans
To Europe to die.
A sailor told us not to worry
Someday we went to our mail.
Uncle Sam would make sure
No matter how far you sail.
Thirty feet deep tried to sleep
Below waterline of the ship
Just the place for claustrophobia
To enter my mind.
My favorite vest was my May West
I wore all the time
Only in the case of German submarines
Or an underwater mine.
Thirty-three days we were at sea
We Ecuador crossed twice.
Many years have passed since then
The years of sacrifice.
BRAVERY
Many brave souls lived before now
Without crying and unknown to her face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Until a poet chronicles their grace.
True value is shown by conducting
Without witnesses, which could be
Able to the world
Without any or all to see.
How great the brave who rest in peace
All the blessings of heaven to earth.
It gave our country but their best
Those destined to be brave from birth.
PEARL HARBOR
Sunday, December seventh
In 1941,
If While most of Hawaii still slept
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the decks of Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground
"Banzai" was spoken from his lips.
The winds of war had blown
Through the oceans of our earth
Although it was not until Pearl had been bombed
We realized what freedom is worth it.
Wars was fought and won on two fronts
At home and in the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack brought us World War II
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Slaughter for the nation.
CONFLICT
The harder the conflict that sometimes faced
The far more glorious is victory.
The tyranny like hell is hard to beat
When it raises its head throughout history.
War never leaves a country as was
When neutrality is a word count.
When the murderers of the man himself
Are to blame for all the departed.
D – Day THE WALL
Over two hundred rangers at "The Wall"
A stone cliff over a hundred feet high.
Some of them did all the way to the top
While others fell and perished as a result of his fall.
Those who climbed over, there were answered the call of God
For men to stop evil once and for all.
They fought against the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our parents and children.
So many years have passed since then
When the future of our world was saved by brave men.
We can not forget who went through hell
Before the skies, again turned blue.
D-DAY
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
Therefore, following the end of the dream of Hitler.
The largest joint combat landing ever
While blood from both sides flowed like a river.
When their boats hit the sand, their ramps down
And all within a visit to hell.
They jumped to do good to their country
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought against the Germans, tides, winds and waves
Under the conditions are not easily predictable.
For the night, the battle was in our favor
With courage, bravery, death, and men shouting.
The corpses littered the beach for five miles
Though heroism had carried the day.
With literally thousands of dead or wounded
Those who remained were determined to stay.
They face great odds and chose not to protest
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most returned home, married and had their babies
But we could not recall with pain.
MIDWAY
It was June 4, 1942
As I was floating in the ocean
The ship had sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought never again see home.
The Japanese fleet had steam from the east
With the intention of capturing Midway.
Although they were stopped by American warships
Whose weapons, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.
Throughout the night, I saw the fireworks of war
And in the second day I went up the heat.
As big bombers from Hawaii drop their loads
In the Japanese ships opted to retire soon.
An imperial pilot came floating
Who had been bitten by the sea animals.
I could not help but feel passion for this is the man
Who had answered his call just like me.
When finished, was taken I of the deep
For men in a lifeboat just after dawn.
For two days I had seen the Battle of Midway
It is now quiet and the enemy is gone.
SURVIVAL
I left all night and was losing my hope
Before the moonlight, I saw the dry land.
I floated over and through its coral beach
Where he quickly softens my footprints in the sand.
Everything had was my dagger and a canteen
And was 4 of may 43.
Just me alone on an island from the enemy
Was not a safe place for a sailor to be.
I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If that's what it took for me to survive.
I had already thanked you many times
For "God" was the reason he was alive.
Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Centimeter by inch, I approached their camp
Where, in what they were eating, it would soon eat.
I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice wine
Then he ran his way back to the raft by the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough, where the bullets could not reach.
The next day I was picked up by a seaplane
Whose crew discovered sailing through the air.
Once inside and sure, I cried like a child
For the dead who would always be there.
It was hard to believe that heaven let me live
A farmer in Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates me voy
Although I am a veteran of the battle, death and fear.
OKINAWA
Okinawa was to be our last stop
Before the invasion of Japan.
The largest landing of the Pacific War
As our soldiers ran across the sand.
At first our marines were scarcely opposed
But on the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.
Air power and big guns had little effect
In their strong cliffs carved into the limestone.
It took man against man to root out
As bullets pierced flesh and bone.
Kamikaze pilots crashed his plane
Calling out the transport and warships.
As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet
The cries of fear and hatred spewed lips.
One hundred ten thousand Japanese
At the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Previously, only our flag flew over the field.
BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC
After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began their own blockade
With most of their efforts in the Atlantic
Hoping to cut Britain's trade flows war.
With fast surface invaders like Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The small German navy sank vessel after the boat
Until the British Navy destroyed war's romance.
Transmission losses increased German submarine
And it seemed lost the battle of the Atlantic.
But soon America would enter the war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at all costs.
Multitudes are dying and their families mourn
Before the Second World War was fought to the end.
What a waste of humanity, who had lost his mind
Even now, our enemy is our friend.
ITEM
The real words, which portray my love
Me speak to you from my heart.
We must always remember what we feel
Though through conflict we're forced to part.
Nobody can say how will last
Because life is not eternal.
However, most hoping to be blessed by love
As does our casting.
As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me healthy.
There is no guarantee that I will survive
But either way, I serve without shame.
If the cold hands of death to reach me
I pray my soul is awakened from his sleep.
At the voice of God, assured me
To my mind, has decided to keep.
So try to remember while I'm gone
That the person I need most is you.
I will fight like hell to stay alive
To return home to the love that I knew.
Prisoners of war
When you become a prisoner of war
You find he has lost his freedom and more
The guy with the gun tells you what to do
As we yearn the freedoms we had before.
Your will to survive helps to keep alive
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind
And there is no safety even in your bed.
Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Keep in a place that does not want to be.
The food is pretty awful and sometimes moves
And you have no choice of what they hear or see.
The lucky are released and return home
Although in his dreams, the destination is not secure.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse
Cause then you never like you.
HEADQUARTERS GENERAL
HQ, headquarters
All hands man your battle stations!
Morning of Sunday, December 7th, the
When the war facing our nation.
We soon discovered that it was a sham
But instead, was the real war.
As you see death friends and colleagues
It's more anger than fear she feels.
Japanese warplanes came flying low
As noted in my view of the pistol.
From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged, but the crew still willing to fight.
I saw the face of a pilot who crashed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found its mark.
By His death was, but my desire!
Two thousand three hundred veintitrés dead
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone
Japan has demonstrated its naval power.
The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our Congress to declare war.
Where more than one man put his life
The fight for flag, country and more.
KENNEDY = years of war
PT-109
After the attack on Pearl Harbor
Requested the right sea in the war.
When Lt. John F. Kennedy
He became known for his bravery and more.
In the dark hours before dawn
On 2 August, 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of night at sea.
PT 109, was on patrol of Solomon
With a 12-man crew in a plywood boat.
A Japanese destroyer broke through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy's boat half.
Two of the crew missing
A third suffered severe burns.
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck
When the pain of his leadership he earned.
Some of his men had never learned to swim
As the bow floated met.
The hours passed tell it seemed sinking
So it became an island, and here's how.
He ordered those who could swim
The others were clinging to a beam.
Kennedy took the injured sailor
And they were the tread through the ocean current.
With clenched teeth in the vest straps burning man
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later they all made
Despite its difficulties, sharks, and trials.
The next problem was how to summon help
Without arousing the enemy everywhere.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Finally, two Indians in a canoe were found.
Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut
Being delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message did it and that were kept
And his value is still alive today.
FIRST WORLD WAR
FLY-BOYS
The First World War gave us the fly boys
That flew by the seat of your pants.
Many of them never return from war
While others have survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Each pilot has his own gun
The use fur, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to go to his death
Or self decline a bullet in the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of the engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high that were difficult to break down
Collapse above the clouds till their targets drew near.
Tracer was first used
In the canyons aircraft to set blimps a fire.
The sky became the highway of death of man
With the duty and honor their desire to drive.
How many Fly-boys have lost since then,
The days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
To be raise the rest in the battles of the war?
The American Civil War
In 1860, life was good
Until that its simplicity made it a day.
The North wants to save the Union
While the South decided to separate.
America was torn
As six hundred thousand died.
Over four years of total war
Women without husbands cried.
The sad reality of the Civil War
This is what was at its end.
Too often, acts of evil men
Destroyed both enemy and friend.
The problem was that, once started
There was no peace or compromise.
The total victory to be proclaimed
Before Leave the rage in the eyes of men.
Destroy all that helps the enemy
Was the cry from both sides.
Anything to obtain victory
As the death ride.
Black men dressed in old uniforms
He became reserve in the Union.
They fought and died for their freedom
And their rights they earned and deserve.
Lifestyles would forever change
To all those who survived the war.
It had ended as it began
With sadness, misery and more.
Both sides prayed to God himself
And he spoke the words the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For everyone involved was responsible.
THE BORDER KANSAS
Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
It was the first European green Kansas plane.
Explorers and traders who arrived from France.
They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.
In the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
A large number of Indians, forced out from the East
Relocated to Kansas, where the buffalo feast.
Thus, more A cowboy decided to stay
It was not very long and most Indians were forced away.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave states equaled the free.
Which way is Kansas vote, Congress was eager to see?
The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities were in flames
As raiders from the slave states tried to force his desire.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In retaliation was John Brown, who murder and theft.
Kansas joined the Union in the Civil War.
After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man.
Routes Livestock railroads met, and that pushed across the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.
These days the border have long gone, though the sunflower is still here
My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.
BLACK POWDER BRIDGE
A courier driver hands his papers to me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.
I have been informed now is the time
To stop the movement of troops in the Rock Island Line.
I gather my men and loaded the boats
We have our guns dust and dark coats.
Traveling the currents, the sun slips in sight
As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight.
We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees who are here soon feed the flies.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
As light the fuse to destroy a train.
Above us a trestle of timber and tar
As the oars to pull a sandbank willowed.
From the banks of the river, we see that approach
There are shades of the soldiers in the windows of a car.
With an explosion of bright yellow and a roar in my ear
I hear them scream as they're falling in fear.
The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems
Back home with family singing dirges.
The only survivor was a red stallion stud
I clasped his neck and released him from the mud.
As I walk in the chair under the stars that shine
I ask forgiveness and some peace of mind.
War is a lesson we re eager to learn
When man has to the murder of fever and burns.
Lord, please forgive me for what I did
For all those who have silenced is Some Mother's.
THE FEVER OF FEAR
The canyons are filled with hot metal field.
Soldiers are looting and burning our town.
The fever of fear runs through my veins
Like many blue uniforms jump from troop trains.
Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around
About four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All my classmates have left a lead ball
Most cry out, then stumble and fall.
Even the young lad who carried our flag
Now he is dead, as he clings to that rag.
The cars with the blood trail wounded on the ground
Death and destruction are easily found.
The Generals are crying because they can not afford to lose
But it is the soldier who dies in his feet.
Hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards
As sunlight is reflected in the leaves of their swords.
Quickly I hide in the roots of a tree
When land has eroded and there is only room for me.
By nightfall I sneak out with the cover of fog
Then float downstream, as I cling to a record.
The songs of victory, the ring through the night,
While the cold, muddy water, I see your fire.
This reminds me of my old country church
When the preacher spoke the word of God from the holy place.
That the seed of all conflict began in a cave
When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.
THUNDER IN THE GROUND
The cannons are cries of a distant song
The battle lines are forming and there is little time to pray.
They're throwing bullets like hail from heaven
I am so full of fear because I do not want to die.
From beyond the hill yonder comes a terrifying sound
It's the music of horns and no thunder in the ground.
Rapid horsemen have developed their swords.
They're screaming and crying, and charging up the throat.
It is difficult think through how many
Such as hacking and shooting at the boys in blue.
Then come the men soldiers who are on their feet
Every time you drop one, my heart skips a beat.
There's a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry, not I must choke.
The fury of battle is bound to set
When most of the fighters lie dead on the floor.
At dusk, stretcher-bearers are afraid to look around
Feral pigs eat the wounded and I can not stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, the dead men,
After quoting the words of our Bible praying heaven lets them in
SLAVERY
When chain in the neck of a slave
The other end is attached to you.
His heart and soul are corrupted
And everything bad is going to do.
No government must exist for long
Who are the people are not really free.
Although everyone is not the
Who remain blind to how life should be.
Anyone who must enslave others
Shall dwell in their own living hell
After death, they will join their teacher
In this place of heaven fell.
But until then we will fight and resist
Leaving put their chains away.
And those of us who may die first
From the sky Watch and pray
A brother against brother
In the course of becoming agents of
Young people West Point bonded like brothers.
Even tenants of the Civil War transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.
Fifty-five of sixty-major battles fought
They were led by graduates of the gray line.
Yankees and rebels raged at each other
To kill and plunder were virtues of the time.
More than six hundred thousand soldiers consumed
Not to mention the multitudes of the population.
Cities, Farm and countryside were laid to waste
Before our Union was restored to a nation.
THE LITTLEST SOLDIER
Nine year old Johnny Clem who was only four meters
He escaped from Ohio to answer the call of their country.
He joined with Union and became a drum
Soon to test the pistol was more than a toy.
Armed with a shotgun, cut to fit what
He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do in
Awarded his sergeant stripes and a silver medal
His teammates gave him hot coffee your furnace.
Newspapers North, gladly published his story
Tale of the nine-year-old won his country's glory.
THE BATTLE
The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
As highlights the beauty
Of land in dispute.
Life is a journey
When the passage is free.
Then there is no trial
For life and you.
Butcher tomorrow
We will survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
From the hand of man.
Some stumble
With the absence of breathing.
While others charge
In the face of death.
We will run into battle
And pray for the best
Hoping to somehow
We spend proof of God.
BUGLES
Its bright red and blue flag highlighted rabble
Against his uniform covered gray dust.
Savage fight to kill our enemies
As the battle raged in the heat of the day
Volley after volley we put forth our blaze
With thousands of led balls of meat and bone breaking.
Blistering sweat rolled down all the faces
As they flew the lyrics war horns.
There was the sound of noise of mallets in barrels
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly into the smoke
While others took aim at the worn and tired.
Bullets were appearing as the Fourth of July
But our enemy kept advancing in the market.
All at once he broke and ran in groups
Scattering to the forest fled.
From behind the protection of a wall stacked stone
The victorious cheered or sat starring
In all bodies of friends and foes
While for the wounded the surgeons were care.
Soon the war was over and I survived
Despite its brutality on trampled ground.
From boy to man who became
However, even at night and you hear the sound.
LEAF ON THE WATER
From the East Coast was colonized by the British
As the Indians rule began to recede.
After many battles, lost their land
Give the white man's power and greed.
In the coming years as a leaf in water
The Indians were swept by the white man.
As hunters and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease on earth.
With the white settlements came the fur traders
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools.
None of that helped the Indians to survive
Who opted for war, and break the white man's rules.
Many treaties were made, only to break
For those eager for land, timber, furs and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the earth
And to be farmers, they were told Indians.
The fight went to the meadows of the west
Over the mountains and down through the desert sand.
Indians proved to be formidable foe
As both sides fought from afar and hand to hand.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry,
In search of fame and tribal disgrace.
But instead he was killed and his men
By hostile Indians with painted faces.
Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Warriors Song danced till Sitting Bull's death.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
When India obtained many sad his last breath.
With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal customs gone forever.
Proud Indians were moved to reservations
When his story a time in the life of a great song.
The hinge of history
The hinge of history of changes in all directions
As past events are written.
Out of all that has happened since the beginning of man
Less expected was recorded to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future in all
Thinking Mans repeated errors doom his glory.
Christians added a new dimension to the story
Looking forward to the return of Christ to land.
In an ongoing drama of man and God
Believing all are created equal value.
Some have asked why we should study history
Only encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history to repeat its mistakes
As a result of humanity is cast.
The Alamo
The leaves of the cottonwoods hung motionless
As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in
A small group Texans watched and waited
Preoccupied by combat and how life would end.
The battle from building to building
So the old mission chapel was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died fighting for the man
Never to return, surrender or crawl.
Six weeks later Sam Houston joined forces
With "Remember the Alamo" as their battle cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's army
To win independence for Texas, or die.
The Spanish word for "cottonwood" is "The Alamo"
The time popular name for the mission.
Today wall thickness of the old chapel still stands
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.
General Washington
Once in command, boxed in the British
In Boston, where he captured Dorchester Heights
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy
As his men pointed their gun sites.
The British commander had but one choice
To navigate to New York to renew the fight.
When the English had much greater forces
Men soon pursued by Washington in mid-flight.
They went to Pennsylvania
After crossing the river Hudson in retreat
With British forces in the persecution
It seemed as though George was doomed to defeat.
When winter seemed to ended the conflict
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On Christmas night seized Trenton
If Hesse were surprised and unaware account.
He whipped the British at Princeton
Where in victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered in Morristown
The training of its troops for combat in the spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And again in a place called Germantown
But the British were the winners
As the dead of both sides littered the ground
The Americans were blessed early spring
When the French came in the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge
With the help of the French left calmly.
The battles continued, in North and South
As the king's soldiers razed the land.
Washington was in great despair
Asking for help to his weakened command.
Their prayers were answered by 5,000 soldiers
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
Cornwallis at Yorktown was bottled
Who gave to victory drums at play.
Yorktown was really the end of the war
Although not many realize that fact yet.
But the English soon tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.
Washington longed to retire at home
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
For those who believed that "he was sent from God.
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