Wednesday, 6 June 2007

brave hearts

What are the rules in the war against terror~
Did we foil their plans or was it simply their error?
How do we know when we've won the big fight~
Will they run for their lives? Raise a flag that is white?
Does someone announce when the suicide bombers
turn a blind eye to virgins, or whatever they're promised?
Can we sweeten the deal, make them an offer~
live belly dancers...season tickets... gold coffer?
So what will it cost us to buy back a brain
to turn a sick mind back to thinking again?
These 'holy warriors' choose death over reason
to back out on Jihad would sooner be treason
believing it's Allah that leads them to take
their own precious lives and far more is at stake~
The innocent victims we can not defend~
who daily live not knowing how it will end.
How can we justify, how will it look~
when all this is put in the history book?
What have we gained by the loss of their lives?
We kill for our cause, but the madness survives~
We've stood up for freedom and bravely gone in
not once, but two times and then over again
Terrorists plot for the end of the West
while we who are faithful are put to the test~
What ought we do then, when challenged with threats
the further we dig, the hotter it gets~
Over thirty four hundred have paid with their blood~
not counting civilians, who've died in the mud.
On innocent soil, the war will continue~
If you think this will end, then the truth is not in you.
We all know George Washington stood in the boat
crossed over on Christmas, the enemy to smote
to take them by nightfall while drunken and dazed
the victory lingers, and we're still amazed
our cause was for freedom, and freedom was won
by might and by power, in the spirit of one
The Brave William Wallace, he raised up his men~
to fight for their freedom, and won in the end.
He built up their pride and the love of their home~
picked a fight with King, and thus ends this poem.

http://www.highlanderweb.co.uk/wallace/thetruth.html

3 comments:

JennyJ said...

I hope you don't mind my commenting. I was snooping around and came across your page. This poem is very powerful. The part "What will it cost us to buy back a brain to turn a sick mind back to thinking again?" This part impacted me greatly. I don't know how many people I talk to that just don't want to talk about what is going on in Iraq. People don't want to open their eyes. I am going to email this poem to everyone I know. Thank you.

Josie Two Shoes said...

Wow Gina, this blew me away! I printed it out in large type and posted it on the wall by my office. Thank you for saying it so well!!

Gina said...

JennyJ- Hi, thanks for reading and of course I don't mind comments. I love 'em. Thank you, JennyJ. Yeah I think the subject of war impacts people in various ways. Sometimes, maybe because we have not suffered personal losses or have become desensitized with all of the media coverage, or maybe we just don't have all of the facts (who does?) in order to communicate about the war or are scared to think about it, we find ourselves at a loss for words. I am not well read on the subject however happen to have had a nephew who served 3 times in Iraq who came home safely..Still, it was a scary time for our family. I saw the YOU TUBE which is being circulated and had to cry at the photos of these funerals....this really touched my soul, which is why I wrote the poem. Thank you for your comment, Jenny...got my brain thinking! Thanks for sharing.

Josie- I made the wall?! Well I am humbled and touched that you think I said something of significance.I suppose this is about as political as I get. Thanks Josie. Gee....Wall worthy. YOu know, if I had a child, I would hang every peice of art or poem on the walls. The house would be like a gallery. Have em framed even. It really feels good to be wall worthy. Ya know, I really had no idea how many enemies we had out there. I suspect they were there all along like termites, only now they are being exposed and riled up. Sometimes when you open an infected wound you cause more pain and inflammation, but can only treat the abcess by exposing it. Sometimes before going in, they hit it with massive antibiotics.
OH I hate what war does to people. families...what would have been.