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					| Tho' forlornly I strain beleaguered 
					sight Seeking, longing, hoping both day and night
 To see that holy end of the rainbow bright...
 Sadly, I see of wars no end
 For greed and malevolence yet mankind rend
 Old men still their young to do their bidding send.
 Someday mankind will learn from war's plague
 See truth shining through the foggy vague...
 
 But men still brag with hearty elation
 We are a warrior generation
 Endlessly plodding off to war, mindless of blood, guts, and 
					gore
 Experienced by legions of soldiers in days of yore
 Pumping mighty fists into air
 Thoughtless of those who of war despair
 Heedless of war's wanton desecration
 Bearing mindless desolation of war's terrible devastation.
 
 Some convince themselves War does seeds of peace plant
 O, I have seen war's grievous arse-kissing sycophant
 Witnessed its comedy of egregious errors
 Propelling would be world emperors
 Borne atrocities bearing witness to its emptiness
 War's vacuous great sadness
 To one another showing lack of common civilities
 Careless to kind amenities depravity guarantees.
 
 And who will war's cost pay?
 Who today will their life give way,
 Little children who cannot get out of harm's way
 Young boys sent by politicians to persecute the day
 Generations mindless of sanity's cost of the fray?
 War's worst is done to the weak and infirm
 Who in innocence on war's cross are first to burn
 Who have not the means continued life to earn.
 
 Oh yes, there are beaucoup corpses
 Revelations of prophetic disclosure apocalypses
 Bodies piled in deathly rows
 The harvest of evil cruel war sows
 For faith, hope, charity's too often undone
 Despoiled in the land of the gun
 Where rules the despot king
 His ordinances commanded to the people to bring.
 
 Shall men kill men in Allah's name
 His glory to proclaim?
 Will war wipe out differences
 To install ethnic cleansing defenses?
 There is no warrior's vision without tears and pain
 For on the earth these foul imposters reign
 To the masses easily seen... unless you're blind
 Always there's someone with an axe to grind...
 
 Different sides all send out their warriors
 Their combat saviors
 Each side feeling they are called by Almighty God
 Whether Christian soldiers or Moslem jihad
 From east to west
 Fight and die at their nationalities urgent behest
 Earning a generation war's bequest
 The fire and brimstone harvest.
 
 Oh yes, I've searched in war for man's saving grace
 The atonement to wash sin from another's face
 Because they just don't think like we do, politico's sigh
 Without note of the mote in our own eye
 To cleanse man's inhumanity to man.
 But... is God pleased with the warrior man
 Or is he just content to watch war's light show?
 At his pleasure, can He shut His balcony window?
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					| By 
					Gary Jacobson Copyright 2006
 Listed August 
					15, 2010
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								About 
								Author... 
								In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 
								2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple 
								Heart.
 Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he 
								hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by 
								a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are 
								full of silver threads that rise inside them as 
								the moon grows large." So Gary says he 
								writes because "It is that these silver 
								threads are words poking at me � I must let them 
								out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot 
								bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate 
								those who haven't the foggiest idea about the 
								effect that the horrors of war have on 
								boys-next-door."
 
					
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