I dont care who you are, please speak ill of the men and women that walked through hell that carried on as their family fell that gave everything to include their lives so you might sleep in peace at night. Go ahead, speak ill, so we may serve you, so we may silence you.
If you served or are serving you know the frustration of knowing people who will never understand, who will hate you for what you do.
War is hell That fact is easy to tell Cause well Bullets fly And people die But I'll do it Even if it is the pit Cause I'll be a marine Fighting to win You'll say its a sin But The US must win To protect your freedom To ally with the united kingdom Fight our foes That much you should know So out I'll go Lay down my life I'm sorry if it causes you strife But I must be on the frontlines Now is the time I'll do so that they'll live Ill give all I can give Cause my life has less value And my life I'll give to you
Yep ima going to be a marine. A recon marine at that.
Is what people ask when they see smeared across my past like a bloodstains on a white sheet US Marine Iraq twice
And they cant understand the answer because they cant understand the question
“I really think you got that guy man! We should radio back and get you a confirmed ****!”
“Im pretty sure I shot that guy in the back.”
"******* Miller and Johnson are dead."
And I never knew what to say to my friends Because I was busy doing mental math Emotional equations In their eyes
How many more times they could be blown up Before they were unreliable
Divide the fear with rage Because you had a job to do Someone had to get in the truck And push the fragile blindfolded bodies back With his boot so he could sit down below the armor away from the snipers
And one of them was shaking it was cold And his cowering skinny teenage body shook It was like mine had been not long ago For the whole convoy three hours
And I carry these memories in the same tissues as the ones that carry my sleeping infant son nuzzled against my chest under a blanket warm safe
Some of us let them spill out of our veins Onto bathroom floors In ditches and alleys car wrecks shaking
Any good devildog prefers the screams of the dying to the screams of the living.
And the math keeps coming out negative When I equate the cost of our cell phones candy wrappers vibrators golf courses with https://www.amnestyusa.org/pdfs/sscistudy1.pdf
And I subtract the dark areas of my mind From what can be filled with love And am still at war.
Please be nice to me. This took a long time to write. The quotes here are actual quotes, the stories actual stories.
Johnny wants to be a soldier. Johnny had a *******. Johnny now is Jenny and The Donald says it's wrong. Jenny loves her country and she wants to serve and fight. Trump says she's not worthy and no longer has the right.
Susie was born as a girl but knew she was a guy. Susie now is Sammy and he only wants to fly. Went to join the Air Force - Was rejected on the spot. Knew that he was qualified, but Trump says that he's not.
Trump was born an ignoramus - still is one today. Never served the military - always got his way. If you're not the same as him you are the enemy. You're not worthy if you're poor or a minority.
Started with transgendered, better watch out if you're gay. Blacks, Hispanics, women, he would love to throw away. When nobody's left the military will be grim. Trump will have nobody left who wants to fight for him.
If you're an American and if you long to serve, better not be different or they'll label you a perv. If you say you're boy or girl and ready for your chance, all that matters now is the equipment in your pants!
You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/WraEb6uUv1I Written: July 29, 2017
She walks down this path so many Mothers have walked before her, Crisp uniforms line the path..a heavy heart..Tears in her lap. An American Flag snaps to attention as if to say we know your pain Mother, but we don’t. Through this all, she carries on the pride and resolve despite an unthinkable loss.
The twenty-one gun salute resonates through every city in America Reminding everyone to take a moment to honor this fallen son. On the 6 O’clock news Taps plays on every television. And we shake our head in disbelief.
An unbroken line of Patriots that passed before him, Line the stairway to heaven to welcome their brother home. And a banner hangs in Moms living room window..Displaying one Gold, two blue stars “Lord please bring my boys home safely”, she prays
I hope you’ll think of some of the reasons why our brave sons & daughters make the ultimate sacrifice…..Here are just a few……..
The American Flag Freedom Patriotism America the Beautiful Land of the Free Home of the Brave 4th of July Memorial Day The Bald Eagle Democracy Free Enterprise
God Bless America!
In memory of my good friend Billy Brown who died March 29, 1970 in Vietnam and In Honor of the American Gold Star Mothers.. For their Sacrifice & Patriotism!