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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:58 pm
Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying the guns.
We are the ones that leave all that we own,
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die.
We might not be able to save the world, but at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear,
if thats not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling and put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go through hell.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:56 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 5:32 pm
OOH-RAH...
i agree to that poem and its true
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