Randy Freie Poet Rhyme

Semper Fi Tempered

After the broadsword's been hammered
After the battle blade's been tempered
While all the forge fires clamored
Their blood's been Semper Fi simmered

Die cast, more molded metal men
Die classed, just one more axe to bear
Bold swings from the hip once again 
Gold medals rip lead through the air

Molten metal men by the scores
Molting fallen families mourn
We stoke our fires to warm our wars
One more Semper Fi tempered born

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Danny Derden September 26, 2025 at 4:15 PM That is a very powerful and grim poem. It successfully blends the imagery of the forge and metalworking with the relentless, cyclical nature of war and military service ("Semper Fi Tempered"). Randy Freie September 26, 2025 at 4:26 PM Thanks Danny, but we both know nations throughout time have had their sacrificial lambs. Each one was told that their sacrifice was honorable, even when their nations weren't.

Kim Rodrigues September 24, 2025 at 9:23 PM Great line: We stoke our fires to warm our wars Randy Freie September 26, 2025 at 4:22 PM Hi Kim, I almost wrote "heat our wars," but a quick edit kept that from killing the line. Your response warms my heart! Thanks for the CPR doctor!