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Ballad to Brave Patriots |
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Hark the brave patriot who hears noble clarion call
Trumpeting each generation to arms for all
Aye, therewith men gone anon to wrong aright
Thro murky shadow of day come night
Peradventure to shed dear life's precious blood
Alack, mayhap, betwixt thwack and thud
Running hither and thither in wild and angry wood
Twixt desert and gnarled forest for the brotherhood.
Homeland fat-cats rattle bloody sabers to exhort
Purring from their perches on high to evildoers
thwart
By 'their' good will to brave and true men life
abort
Thus does war life's perplexity numb
Sullying war's reputation with M-16 staccato rhythm
Pounding the killing's gawd-awful disdain
Prithee, in 'their' words echo the awful refrain
To forevermore reverberate in wearied brain.
O what courage tis erelong met in marry bravery
Bravely true values bemired in miscreant insanity
Their philosophy besmirched by mischief's knavery
Egad, betimes the froward enemy
Be he swarthy or looking just like me
Tis red-stained by guns rock-and-roll jungle beat
Still seeing heinous oppressors shadow in fervid
heat
Yet still envisioning soldiers destined to defeat.
We Boys sent to rid the world of the villainous ilke
To bear reason in truth to sweet-and-sour silk
Twill find death abounding like spilt milk
For once gone, you cannot get life back
So flying black horses on helicopters attack
Hard Corps men through verdant jungles hack
Waging relentless whencesoever yon
For tis said the righteous carry on...
But the righteous will die as well as the others...
Facing the fated sword with brothers.
Alas, the world, exceeding rife with serial war
War that good men say they abhor
Waged from antiquity beforetime
War advocated yet today in many a sweltering clime
With immortal correctness bombs and guns waging
Virtuous goodness thru the muck dragging
Their right supported by champion's spiritual
Their sooth defended by the supernal moral
Verily, embracing war for worth intellectual
Right or wrong...
Wars deadly song. |
By
Gary Jacobson
Copyright 2011
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November 11, 2011 |
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About Author...
In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in
Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the
Purple Heart.
Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he hopes are never
forgotten, perhaps compelled by a Vietnamese legend that
says, "All poets are full of silver threads that rise
inside them as the moon grows large." So Gary says he
writes because "It is that these silver threads are words
poking at me � I must let them out. I must! I write for my
brothers who cannot bear to talk of what they've seen and to
educate those who haven't the foggiest idea about the effect
that the horrors of war have on boys-next-door."
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