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[aid] => mick
[title] => Yellow Ribbons wilt so fast
[time] => 2013-10-19 11:45:29
[hometext] => Oh how fast the ribbons wilt
[bodytext] => Yellow Ribbons wilt so fast Alike acacia,- yellow lush,- So zest and drive does neither last, But wilts upon the bush. Young brave freedom warrior Returning from the battle field, Will he get the due succor For battling and blood spilled? Funds are allocated, but For what? for whom? for who?- Some programs stay and some are cut, Remember? déja vu? Will these funds the veteran bless, To prove due gratitude, Or will his fate be homelessness, And lack of care and food. Post-traumatic stress disorder,- A label proximate,- As justice for the warrior Who sleeps within a crate. A Soldier suffers poverty, Kenosis t’is supreme, Obedient until death is he With the reward so slim. Soldiers are obedient, Forgotten quick his martyrdom, And how he hurt and bled, While chic country men at home Get for the Opera clad. Yet hordes come with impunity Invading freedom’s land, While soldiers fight for liberty Fatigued, exhausted, spent. Invasion from a border’s south Make sacrifices nil And vain and pointless are the blows Sustained in fight and kill. Millions come by day and night, Just laws exist no more, But none stands up to set things right, As they invade our shore! But warriors stare in rainy mist Or shovel snow, - who cares? Let déja vu ! - psychiatrists Attend the vacant stares. Soldiers are obedient Follow orders, risk their lives, Their land and people to defend In grueling battle strife. Self forgetting bravery, Is the soldiers only crown, So his people may live free He’s willing to go down. Heaped on warriors is abuse By fat cat Senators, And by elements obtuse Reproaching warrior Blame the brave Marine, reproach Blame the brave marine Warriors blamed by the cockroach Or pundits asinine. Lord be with the soldiers please When the roll call bugle sounds Or at the last bullet’s whiz, Let them hear your Welcome call. Yellow ribbons tied around The poles the bush, the tree, Fall far too soon upon the ground With no indemnity. He has returned, came home, sweet home, The one that fought and bled , But all he loved and had is gone,- Salute the warrior Vet! © Elizabeth Dandy [comments] => 6 [counter] => 429 [topic] => 57 [informant] => Elizabeth_Dandy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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