| Time Without End For Our Fallen |  |
| Our government does tinker in places it does not Belong,
The lawyers, and politicians mess with it all Along,
A few Vocal people shouted shift our Holidays,
So three day weekends would give us more time to Play.
The yappers are few, but many with hands out, they Are,
They seem to control our destiny, our future they Mar,
In spite of their efforts, are Nation is still a bright Star,
Let the Yappers and gladhanders snivel from Afar.
This Memorial day for many soldiers who have Fallen,
From Parents, wives, loved ones, they were Stolen,
But their lives, limbs not lost in Vain, for this Great Nation,
The ultimate price their families and they gave was our Salvation.
For Letting The Fallen ones Sleep silently in their Graves,
Through hundreds of years of sacrifice they came in Waves,
Bodies broken and maimed as we remember On This Memorial Day,
This is the Land of the Free, And Home of the Solders Brave. | By Frank J. Blecha
Copyright 2006
Listed 9/7/2006 |
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