They cast a net out

Far and wide

Please join me now

Acquire pride

You’ve naught to lose

You loser thee

So far your life

Remains pride free

Come fight the wars

You have no choice

Until now

You had no voice

I begged you not

Nothing to prove

You proved me wrong

My heart did move

I hate it but

It reaps for me

Your name in the

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nan shartel Aug. 22, 2010 @ 9:08 a.m.

powerful stuff Ms Grant...very powerful...congrats kiddo...this is a terrific poem!!!

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Founder Aug. 22, 2010 @ 1:01 p.m.

  • For Way Too Many -

For way too many, your Poem rings so true they died fighting, for the Red, White and Blue

For way too many, others, who returned un-well the rest of their lives, will be a true living hell

For way too many, they will never be the same they came back whole, but now have to live with the shame

For way too many, that supported our Leaders unproven big lies our Country is now much worse off, families now poor, with nights full of cries

For way too many, that now just don't bother to care Not remembering, all those above, is just not fair...

For way too many, who are busy counting their War profit loot how ironic, that those that gave their all, to you, don't mean a hoot

For way to many, that don't now question the spun media allure this tragic cycle will continue, for way to many, that's for sure!

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MsGrant Aug. 22, 2010 @ 1:25 p.m.

Thanks, Nan! Coming from you that means a lot to me.

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MsGrant Aug. 22, 2010 @ 1:29 p.m.

Founder, war is monstrous. Sending young men and women to be butchered - for what? Thank you for your poem.

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Robert Johnston Aug. 22, 2010 @ 4:49 p.m.

Those who desire peace most of all have heard the obscenity of the shell's fall. Napalm in the morning is their revelie, while a missile strike can make them cease to be.

They have heard the screams of their friends, dying as with the Lord they try to make amends. Snipers track officers, hunting them like game, while chaplains exhort greater efforts "in His name."

On the seas, explosives and gunfire create Hell, as sailors burn and drown in what is now a shell. Undersea killers await the sight of a fat prize, then blast it with torpedos, eliciting wild cries!

Puffs of smoke fill the air as pilots duel it out. One lives, one dies--is that what it's all about? Bombs rain death from above upon the cities below... is there no stopping in war in how low man will go?

Shells filled with poison, bugs, and nuclear death await the chance to make the Earth take it's final breath. The Angel Of Death looks on, the fire and smoke rising... isn't it true that war being hell is not that surprising?

Those who have fought one war never again desire to go, yet it is those who have never seen the hellpit desire it so. Let's put THEM in uniform and send THEM out to the front lines! Perhaps a night-or-two might get them to change their minds!

Dying in warfare is cruelty passed from the old to the young, especially bad if songs were written about it to be sung. From a song I know from my youth, I offer you my thesis-- "It will either be Peace Unto The World--Or The World In Pieces!"

--LPR

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MsGrant Aug. 22, 2010 @ 5:51 p.m.

Wow, LPR, that was wonderful. Obscene is a word that always comes to mind when trying to reconcile oneself with war. I am afraid for our future, because economic power is shifting in the world, and along with it comes man's desire to achieve physical dominance as well.

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." -Albert Einstein

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Founder Aug. 22, 2010 @ 5:55 p.m.

Reply #6 Well Posted...

  • To Those, I Salute -

To those, I salute them, each and every one that knows, firsthand that, War is not at all fun

To those, that have been, over there and, seen far too much, that pray they never, have again, a weapon to touch

To those, who can recognize that look in the eye of true warriors, that have seen, many of their friends die

To those, that learned from what horror they saw making it back, was just, luck of the draw

To those, our Country now again, depends upon you to tell, all the youngsters, what you know as being true

To those , that can, still see their buddies ghost call out, all braggers, that try to boast

To those, that have honorably served before You are, our greatest weapon, against War.

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Founder Aug. 22, 2010 @ 5:58 p.m.

Reply #7 MSG Ditto your comments

LPR's poem is stellar: 100% WOW

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MsGrant Aug. 22, 2010 @ 8:13 p.m.

Ditto to you too, Founder. War is hell. Your poem is heaven.

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Founder Aug. 23, 2010 @ 8:09 a.m.

  • Make War against War -

Reply #10 It'd be a godsen'

Open a new door, Make War against War!

What we'd first have to do, is kill greed and the evil that spawns, from that seed

A great start, is to just follow the Golden Rule, and not get caught up, being someone else's tool

The Ultimate Freedom Battle, will leave it's mark on all, hopefully enough, will stand up proud and answer our call

Now is the time, to rethink ever using a lance, all we are saying is, Please, Please, Please, give Peace a chance!

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nan shartel Aug. 23, 2010 @ 10:33 a.m.

Robbie...ur poem is a testament to the true character of war...so senseless...and now being fought so the outsiders...non combatants business types reap the financial rewards....

our sons and daughters deserve better!!

thx for ur poem LPR

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