How come there is no applause
When a solider returns from war?
How come there is only thanks
When they come back in a pine box?
How come people have stopped
Praying for the dying defenders?
How come politicians
Have taken the soldiers' reward?
We've forgotten and neglected
Those who give all they have received
And wrote the soldier, dying to keep
Alive all he fights for:
"Left my home, my mother, and father,
To protect, and defend, their freedoms;
Yet, when I return from my duty,
There is no crowd to cheer me.
I'm not interested in money
Or any reward, nor the glory
But I do ask you to not forget
The ones who will never return home."
How come we forget their names
As soon as they're gone from our sight?
How come there are less and less
Of those ready to guard freedom?
How come there's no salute
Since we found what they must do?
How come a soldier has
No more respect now than had then?
We say give us detail of war
Then throw rot at those who secure
And wrote the soldier, dying to keep
Alive all he fights for:
"Left my home, my mother, and father,
To protect, and defend, their freedoms;
Yet, when I return from my duty,
There is no crowd to cheer me.
I'm not interested in money
Or any reward, nor the glory
But I do ask you to not forget
The ones who will never return home."
They may die for some leaders
Who could care less that they have gone,
But that does not mean we should
Stop our caring or our praying.
Just because they fight war
And shoot the bomb-strapped children
Does not mean forget
Blood shed by those who sacrifice!
War comes at cost and can be Hell
But don't deny given Shelter
From the Valiant ones who will write
These words everyday:
"Left our fathers, mothers, and siblings,
To fence in, and secure, their freedoms;
And when we return from our duty,
There's no crowd thanking to be free.
We don't give blood for the little pay
But we fight for you night and day:
We ask you to Not Ever Forget
The Ones Who Will Never Return Home.
With heart and mind, Never Forget
The Ones Who Will Never Return Home."
Author notes
A thought or two for our Armed Forces wherever God has them defending what freedoms we still have left that the government hasn't taken away from us over the years. Any person wanting to die for their country and the ideals it represents has my utmost respect.
God Bless Our Troops!
Thanks for stopping by.
comments and critique Always welcomed!
God Bless You All,
ZeInkslinger
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"Nice poem. Here is what has hapend since we arrived. I was deploid to Iraq but now I am in Afghanistan.
We are here! It has not changed at all. When we were landing our jet was bouncing everywhere. It was dodging missiles. We could not even land and already it was time to fight. After we landed we walked into the camp. It was nothing fancy. Other soldiers were throwing dead corpses into a pill. That is how they repay for fighting. They throw your body like trash. No one cares. Oh yea I forgot it is war. It got harder since the German troops left. That is the rumor around here. I don’t care. I am just going to do what I do best. That is to use my weapon. Tomorrow we leave the base to patrol. I don’t know where yet. The truth I can’t say where. I love going at night. I can breathe more easily. In the day time I cant. It is too hot. I don’t believe in a cross. After being here in war I learned that human race can not govern. All human government brings war. My feelings were drained a long time ago when I killed my first enemy. I still remember his eyes. He told me not to do it. I was young and arrogant. I shot him anyways. After that it became natural to me. All Marines liked it. That is what war creates. When I landed I became high again. It is the kind of high that comes from war. I become the shadows. I am silent like darkness. I am cold like winter. My judgment becomes inhuman. It judges to kill and survive. The energy comes from shedding blood not rest. This is what the military makes. It makes a soldier. Few soldiers like this high. Others die in war. Some terminate their contract in time. The military knows this. They need stupid young kids to join. Congress can’t use the draft system no more. So they attract high school graduates by offering collage opportunities. It draws in many. After sighing contracts they make them go to war first. If they survive then they can go to collage. Many don’t survive. Even if they survive the high from war makes them not want to succeed. I am a U.S marine officer and some of the best soldiers are females. They entered to come to collage. For example Private Rosa wanted to finish collage. She believed in the opportunities offered by the military. She was the best soldier I ever seen. She liked killing. You know were she is now? She is dead. Private Rosa was very smart. She wanted to work for NASA. She wanted to finish school first. I bet if she would of finished school outside the military she would have been a great rocket science operator. She can’t no more. She died in the hills of Iraq in 2005. I have more examples but I can go forever. Some people can take this life and others can’t. I don’t have a conscience. I don’t have feelings. I don’t have a life. I say this because tomorrow at 2100 hrs I am going to be the desert. I will see soldiers come and go. And for what, to see their body get thrown into a chopper. Not even the military says thanks. We are the forgotten. No one knows we exist. We kill so people back at home can have a normal life. We do not expect a thanks. We dont need it. War is not pleasant. The military is the cause of that. I am sorry if I scared you with my stupid thoughts. This is what U.S Marines have in their mind."
-James Aguilar
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Very well written. I love this poem. Saddens my heart deeply, but yet in a good kinda hard to explain kinda of way. Great job,
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It is a good poem. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. Love and Peace!
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James Aguilar
Nice poem. Here is what has hapend since we arrived. I was deploid to Iraq but now I am in Afghanistan.
We are here! It has not changed at all. When we were landing our jet was bouncing everywhere. It was dodging missiles. We could not even land and already it was time to fight. After we landed we walked into the camp. It was nothing fancy. Other soldiers were throwing dead corpses into a pill. That is how they repay for fighting. They throw your body like trash. No one cares. Oh yea I forgot it is war. It got harder since the German troops left. That is the rumor around here. I don’t care. I am just going to do what I do best. That is to use my weapon. Tomorrow we leave the base to patrol. I don’t know where yet. The truth I can’t say where. I love going at night. I can breathe more easily. In the day time I cant. It is too hot. I don’t believe in a cross. After being here in war I learned that human race can not govern. All human government brings war. My feelings were drained a long time ago when I killed my first enemy. I still remember his eyes. He told me not to do it. I was young and arrogant. I shot him anyways. After that it became natural to me. All Marines liked it. That is what war creates. When I landed I became high again. It is the kind of high that comes from war. I become the shadows. I am silent like darkness. I am cold like winter. My judgment becomes inhuman. It judges to kill and survive. The energy comes from shedding blood not rest. This is what the military makes. It makes a soldier. Few soldiers like this high. Others die in war. Some terminate their contract in time. The military knows this. They need stupid young kids to join. Congress can’t use the draft system no more. So they attract high school graduates by offering collage opportunities. It draws in many. After sighing contracts they make them go to war first. If they survive then they can go to collage. Many don’t survive. Even if they survive the high from war makes them not want to succeed. I am a U.S marine officer and some of the best soldiers are females. They entered to come to collage. For example Private Rosa wanted to finish collage. She believed in the opportunities offered by the military. She was the best soldier I ever seen. She liked killing. You know were she is now? She is dead. Private Rosa was very smart. She wanted to work for NASA. She wanted to finish school first. I bet if she would of finished school outside the military she would have been a great rocket science operator. She can’t no more. She died in the hills of Iraq in 2005. I have more examples but I can go forever. Some people can take this life and others can’t. I don’t have a conscience. I don’t have feelings. I don’t have a life. I say this because tomorrow at 2100 hrs I am going to be the desert. I will see soldiers come and go. And for what, to see their body get thrown into a chopper. Not even the military says thanks. We are the forgotten. No one knows we exist. We kill so people back at home can have a normal life. We do not expect a thanks. We dont need it. War is not pleasant. The military is the cause of that. I am sorry if I scared you with my stupid thoughts. This is what U.S Marines have in their mind.
I liked the poem. 10X10
Atlanta, Georgia U.S.A
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I loved it. I SO agree! I pray for our soldiers everyday. Great poem. I'm bookmarking it! God bless.
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