We hear that patience is a virtue
Is this true, or simply virtual reality
When leaders are teaching our youth;
do as I say, not as I do
Regression to a version of the American
Impatience is becoming intolerance
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance
In a blind world conforming to violence
Very few see need for benevolence
Many view crime as way of life
Government fuels fires, causing strife
Committing true crime with their lack of
Our country torn by those who lied
Promoting bigotry and distaste for the
But these days color and homosexuality
are lactose free
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem,
Love is love, embrace the hate
Hold it tightly until it sees the light
Peace pushed just beyond our reach
We realize that “hope and change” was
just a speech
Wars raging through the land we call
In God we trust, not this powerful regime
Speak out now with virtuous impatience
Change is change no matter how small
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance
Serve what you stand for, no time left to
We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.
Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing
To be you- A SOLDIER......
Our country, however described,
Is still our land, A Gift from God.
It to be defended by the able,
The land where Patriots trod.
Increasingly we express our love,
Especially those who have served.
This is our native land,
More that we deserve.
God made the country,
Man took control.
What wonder then we are in turmoil,
It tears my very soul.
Our home is a philosopher's dream,
He thinks he is in command.
But if he did not defend it in uniform,
He does not deserve this land.
He reads and contemplates the power,
The vast garden does bestow.
But he abuses its very foundation,
He just will never know.
It took our loyal ones in uniform,
To stand brave and tall.
To show those who would harm us,
They were headed for a fall.
Thank God for our military,
Remember those who gave their life.
Plus those who retired with honor,
We did our best and bore the strife.
One nation under God,
Let us not forget.
He still is the One in charge,
He hasn't left us yet.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN, MSgt USAF, Retired
"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28
Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.
The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.
Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.
Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.
Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.
One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.
Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
That Frightful Day
It was Tuesday,
The world was told.
That terror filled the skies,
With murder cold and bold.
Americans are secure,
Our world is safe we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.
September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shores.
Turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace, forevermore.
The eleventh day began the same,
With warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
It was the year double o' one.
What were those planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low?
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
All would surely know.
New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.
Americans are now united,
Our new-found faith will stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.
God gave His Son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
Love and understanding,
If His glory we employ.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN