"idlely" poems
I am an American.
Proud to be called one.
When the flag goes by
Chills still creep over me.
Even after seventy plus years.
Many have died
Defending her name.
Defending the rights
Given by The Bill of Rights.
Freedom is definitely not free.
I ask my grandson when he was four
"What does that flag
hanging on the wall mean?"
He replied "Freedom".
Many have died
When stupid politicians
Ran the wars against us
Not the Generals who had the knowledge.
Eight years ago I remember clearly
someone we all know say;
"For the first time in my life
I am really proud of my country. "
Very disturbing words
I shall never forget.
Let us honor those who
have gone on before us.
Let us never forget
what we have and still stand for.
Let us stand and be counted.
For Freedom. Liberty. And much more.
My heart is heavy as we sit idlely by
watching all slip down the drain.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
The pages turn idlely
The teachers' voice fades away
As she, stares in space
The soldier with his gun poised
Stares at the moon
Dreaming of home & warmth
The gentleman in his luxurious car
With his head full of problems
Drives with a grim look on his face
The beggar girl with ragged clothes
Searching through her eyes
Of long lost, hopes and wishes.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC