Testamoney to the Soldier (a poem)

Testimony to the Soldier

Perhaps you don’t know this,
but at one time every red-blooded American
in this land once fell in love with his country,
and every male became a soldier.
Yes, this land’s young men,
they all went into uniform, to war,
to guard, to secure his homeland,
bearing arms against the inevitable, invisible enemy.
Every soldier wrote letters home,
to their mother’s, father’s, loved ones, I was one
(and my grandfather was one, and my sons were one
and my uncles were one).
Now in the passing years,
paths have moved away from wanting to wear the uniform,
going to boot camp, advance training,
they’d prefer the business suit—;
the silent moans of greedy lives—
“Give me the good, without the bad,
the milk and honey, without the effort,
no responsibly but my rights!”
They are no longer shy or have any shame
(as they say: no blood in the face)
they’d rather play computer games
in the sunset of their lives.
Perhaps you don’t know this,
but every man in this land,
every movie star, singer, sports person,
once upon a time, had all fallen in love
with this country, now all we want to do
is milk her dry.

No: 2760 (7-28-2010)
Dedicated to the active American Soldiers