Barbed Wire

Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they worked with it mutilating their hands.
Sheepherders fussed with cattlemen as it spread across their lands!

'Tis said back in 1874 Joseph Glidden, who 'bristled' with the idea,
Was awarded a patent for barbed wire to provide a cure-all panacea!
Split-rail fencing to outline boundaries was rapidly becoming passe',
To keep neighbors' straying goats, horses and other critters at bay!

Sheriffs found barbed wire handy to enforce a judge's firm dictates,
To confine hoss thieves, cattle rustlers and other such reprobates!
Inmates trying to scamper through the wire were apt to rip their pants,
Or worse, might end up in 'boot hill', caught trying to scale the fence!

Alas, sinister uses for barbed wire were found beyond bucolic meadowlands.
'Twas used to enslave thousands of innocent souls behind its menacing strands.
Thousands of men, women and children were consigned to death at Dachau,
Triblinka, Buchenwald, Ravensbruck and Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Among its many other diverse uses it has even marched off to wars,
To protect gallant American soldiers on far too many alien shores.
Mister Joseph Glidden was doing mankind a great favor, he thought.
Were he alive today he might say, "My gawd, what hath I wrought!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Mac Donald Avatar
April 23, 2011 at 12:27 PM
You may be 'retired' Robert but you will always hug truth, love, and integrity to your chest! You've created many scenes for his dastardly barb wire. I suppse Mr Glidden has rolled over within his grave more than once.:( Anyhow if you meet that elusive Easter Bunny...tell it I saved some cabbages.:) Happy Easter!! Best to you all...Mikki
Culverhouse Avatar
April 11, 2011 at 4:30 AM
so true.....
Foulk Avatar
April 7, 2011 at 11:27 AM
very touching and so sad. a beautiful piece. thank you for reading the old train depot and for your comments. any time i write something and it touches some one my purpose has been served, i'm glad you enjoyed and you keep on posting those wonderful pieces you write.
Brumley Avatar
April 7, 2011 at 9:01 AM
He would be in good company my friend! It is the sin of man to pervert all that is good for evil's sake. This is a great poem Bob, full of information and wit, I loved it. I have a poem that I just wrote called 'The Unbound that I think you will like, also 'The Ghost Dance' if you like history:)
Kendrick Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 3:39 PM
So many times what one does for what they think is good goes in the other direction....Enjoyed reading this eve..Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara
Devonshire Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 8:59 AM
Nothing at all mundane about this poem. It speaks to a larger problem. People invent things for one purpose (like the internet itself) and the inventions are abused. Thanks for your kind words on Joyce. She is such a dear! Love, Carolyn
Brown Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 5:40 AM
It has been a pleasure to read your poetry today Bob. I hope to get back soon to read more of your poetry. Gosh I remember when you first started here at the Soup and you thought you didn't have much to offer. I just have to tell you again yes you do and I enjoy every poem you post. Keep it up. May you always find inspiration to carry on with your writing endeavors. Have a fabulous day my friend. Love, Carol
Sweetheart Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 1:04 AM
Just saw "Legends of the Fall" last week for the one millionth time .. and the barbed wire scene with the little calf and Tristan shooting it to put it out of misery came to mind with your intro line Bob... a stunning write and stirring rhyme as always ..impresses me so much luv..
Devonshire Avatar
April 5, 2011 at 9:00 PM
Sometimes we have good intentions and just don't see what we are really creating, Bob. Glidden had an interesting idea, but it was abused by the Nazi regime. Gosh, you work so well in rhyme and I love historical writes. This goes to my faves, dear friend. Love, Carolyn
Song Avatar
April 5, 2011 at 6:42 PM
Barbed Wire, who would have thot? A new-found respect for this rustic precious metal. Intertwining this with so much history begs the reader to continue on....mainly for fear they missed out on something they believed to be so elementary. Enjoyed this write! In response to this ..I will come up with my own spin on your barbed wire poem...I will write something and send it your way!! :) Gwendolen
Johnson Avatar
April 5, 2011 at 6:20 PM
Interesting(: i like how you took something so meek and turned it into something so complex with your literature (:
Peranteau Avatar
April 5, 2011 at 4:28 PM
Mr. Hinshaw, this is a fine write dear poet ! From the first word to the last, I read a second time...awesome sir ! Have a great week .....much love, james
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