You might see him wear his hat in the store downtown
He might need a cane or a walker to help him get around
He might need a hand or two to get out of his car
Don’t mind the look in his eyes or ask about his scar
He remembers it all sometimes on a dark and lonely night
When he and his buddies brought the dogs to the fight
Wipes a tear from his eyes for the pain, death, and loss
In a country so far away on a river that they had to cross
They watch as Americans burn the flag they wouldn’t drop
All that hate and discontent they wish would only stop
But that has never stopped them from fighting for me and you
They left their home and family to protect the red white and blue
None of us will never know the pain from the life he had to choose
That’s something we will never know just by watching the news
When you thank a veteran for protecting your freedom and rights
Think about the war in his mind, the one that he still fights
Think about the ones that left home, never to return
Think about the life they lost and the fires that still burn
Rise up from your knees and stand tall and proud
You don’t have to be afraid to recite the anthem out loud
You live in a country that’s been tried and true
Because a veteran bleeds red, white and blue....

United we stand and divided we fall..and if we fall then God help us all

Weep not Nigeria,
for justice is in the offing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your cries resonate and ring.
Weep not Nigeria,
It's time for your African spring.
Weep not Nigeria,
none shall usurp your role as king.
Weep not Nigeria,
for soon in ecstasy you'll sing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for to towering heights you'll cling.
Weep not Nigeria,
and soar atop the eagle's wing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your patience will gladness bring.
Weep not Nigeria,
it's time to sing the ding **** song.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your misery will not be long.
Weep not Nigeria,
for you are numbered with the strong.

Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.

Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.

Now a martyr for their cause
They’ll build him up like Santa Claus,
With waiving arms and raucous shouts
The world will see they’re no boy scouts.

My daring deeds on show once more,
They surely number by the score,
A man of steel and firm resolve,
Heaven sent to problems solve.

Yet the Media still won’t say
How great my feats are every-day,
A bunch of losers, leftie goons,
Their brains the size of shriveled prunes.

They’re now all worried by the path
Iran will take to show its wrath,
Bring it on and stand aside,
While I help our missiles glide.

If my message isn’t clear
To those that neither hear nor fear,
Mess with us and watch the show
As we make your backyard glow.

I
His Great works, very historical with such bravery
He's Jose Rizal having an attitude so mighty
Captured the eyesight of many
But a heart whelming shot took his life but saved a country
II
"Touch Me Not" his work that saved lives of many
7, 100 and more islands not including its popularity
Has been all because of his work and authority
For a pen and paper can definitely can change the country's humanity.

My Dedication to Jose Rizal.

Siyang nagsisilbing tahanan at ilaw
At buhay nitong sangkalangitang bughaw
Ay s'yang sa pag-ibig ng anak ay uhaw
'Pagkat kasaysayan ng bandila't araw
Ay 'di na singtingkad at nakasisilaw

Mayroong bayani't magiliw na supling
Mandirigmang hahayo at magigiting
Ngunit mga lilong anak ay mayr'on din
Banyaga ang dila't hindi sasambitin
Ang panata sa inang dapat mahalin

Awit ng puso ni Inang Maralita
Na mula sa luha, pag-irog, salita
Ay hindi kaylanmang dininig ng madla
Na nukal sa bayan subalit ang sutla
Ng kasuota'y kay Ina'y 'di nagmula

Ang inang mayaman sa ganda ng ngiti
Ay nagkukubli sa likod ng pighati
Palibhasa ay dalita sa pagbati
At pagmamahal ng anak na lumaki
Sa yakap ni Pilipinas hanggang huli

Budding Prime
A country is like a unit from deserts to mountains
All people are in a chain of love to celebrate
Their happiness and pain like whispering fountains
Patriotic spirits take all being real associate

A soldier at guard is always ready to sacrifice his life
He is always there to embrace martyrdom
To save every inch of his motherland to bear the knife
He goes through life even if troublesome

His blood is for his people and for his motherland
His duty comes first always and every time
He comes back in coffin covered by flowery garland
He knows the price of his budding prime

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

Wake up Nigeria whilst it is still day.
Your darkness thickens in the hot summer sun.
Wake up Nigeria from your spectators' fun.
Like a titan to the slaughter, your way
to financial hades might be certain.
Awake, or your future is uncertain.
Your teeming youth population languish
in persistent erosive social crimes.
Awake Nigeria from pain and anguish.
Your tragedies exceed your countless births.
Awake Nigeria, for these many deaths
reveal a corrupt weakened armed forces.
Awake Nigeria from your great slumber.
Your rank in the black world has been usurped.
Awake Nigeria, reclaim your number
one position by treading those courses
once trod, and never again to be stopped.
Awake Nigeria and discern the times.
Cease for good to be black gold dependent.