Still Much to Do
©Nancy L. Meek 2003
Now past the point of no turning back
Soldiers salute the command to attack
committed to do what needs to be done
to eradicate the enemy beneath our sun
knowing their actions will provoke disdain
pointed fingers in the wake of the pain.
Still they forge onward toward the goal
as obedient servants, heart and soul
hoping for the day all war will cease
so they may retire in permanent peace
but not today, for there's still much to do
despite the objections of a chosen few
who live in a dream world all their own
praying in their closets as wars rage on.
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War Boys
©Nancy L. Meek 2003
Then or now, strong currents come
to right the wrongs men have done
searching for a way out of the pit
embraced by a vision in spite of it
From stalin to hitler to bin laden
silence of the truly down-trodden
echoes to forever within the soul
propelling our youth toward a goal
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Boys in combat astride steel horses
maneuver muddy demanding courses
searching for that elusive enemy...
who breathes just like you and me
yet lives to keep mankind in tow
lest he know heaven here below
peace and tranquility a dire state
in his eyes, misery the better fate
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Yet boys with true grit will never stand
idly by, ignoring the carnage grand
the oppressed left...destined to die
because their duty demands they try
to save their brothers from evil men
trapped on this planet laced with sin
Here they are, my friend! So, make way!
It's the Cavalry, sent to save the day!
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All will fight and some will survive
and some will not make it back alive
but know this: In the arena of war
what matters most lay at the core
in the very heart and marrow of man
'tis love eclipsing any demonic plan
burning brighter than any fire of hell
'tis the desire for others to live well.
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The golden rule marches in boots
stepping to the tune of noble roots
storming over the sands of time
in seemingly endless combat rhyme
facing very possible horrible death
with every exhausting honorable breath
doing for you what you'd do for him
knowing the chances of that are slim.
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Riding on chariots above the din
heart pumping needed adrenalin
he does what he must, lest he die
and the other side wins by and by.
Sailing over oceans of deepest blue
he dreams of returning home to you
If he does, put your best smile on
but not for the boy. He'll be gone!
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