4 Star General
FOUR STAR GENERAL
What reasoning is there to study war
and then not turn them loose, in violent rage,
to bring catastrophe forevermore
to near-life who should be put in a cage?
the book of truth from histories remiss,
they laboured with, at West Point every night!
Napoleanic in their sacred bliss
could we deny what is a warriors right?
The stars upon their shoulders, bear with me,
they'll bury every dove in their own waste,
and those not dead will raise the flag and plea,
for Generals to save them in great haste!
You'll not have any part of them until
your only choice, is turn them loose to kill.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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