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Was sitting in my wheelchair in my den,
My son, playing with trucks on the floor.
The smell of pot roast wafting from the 
kitchen door.
I thought I ‘d read a poem from this site 
and then…..my heart was sore!

I began to weep, someone….a poetess
There has a very anti-American pen!
She’s an American and I,as a soldier,will say
Her love of American freedom-is dour..
She’s an ingrate, like many, she’d die living 
under Communist rule for an hour.

I went to fight to keep this country safe from 
ravages of war..
She complained life’s been ugly in the USA for 
years? 
Poor soul, needs to visit Arlington, all the dead 
bodies and stop her dang selfish tears!
She lives free of war, has freedom, what does she 
want.more?

The enemy is always at America’s gate!
Now, with only one leg, I can no longer or dance or run.
But to sing “Give Peace a Chance” is just plain wrong..
As many countries do not love America,
Their hearts full of jealousy and hate..

Maybe she should study history..not poetry!
As to the goodness of America …she lives 
in the dark.
The teaching of America, as evil, is chilling 
and so ignorantly stark
All who fought, or died, or lost limbs, in humble gallantry.

…….Would she..do that for me?………..

But, I’d be glad to meet her in the Park!
And show her pictures of the many friends I lost.
They never knew her …they died for her and paid the cost.
Sitting there, she, so safe and smug, penning anti-American  
poetry, with a soul that’s unloving empty and dark!

                       7/31/2023

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