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Hearts and Minds |
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A soldier, some shoes, a child in need
The deliberate
planting of a seed
That must grow into a sturdy tree
Of trust before these people are free
Force by itself
will not win the war;
Merely conquering leaves a
suppurating sore
That festers behind subjugated eyes
Eventually erupting as emotions rise.
"Hearts and
Minds" may well sound trite
But must be employed along
with might.
The rock hard fist in a mailed glove
Can
never engender the kind of love
That will allow our
troops to leave in peace
And give our soldiers their
deserved release
So they can come home and put down their
guns
Knowing their job is over � and well done.
Till
next time. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2004
Listed
January 30, 2011 |
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