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We Need Rough Men We Need Tough Men

Sleep O’Sleep we all must be,
Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy,
While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled,
That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said,

All is talk and talk with words,
None does deeds, all flightless birds,
For those who do, think it through,
None waste words on minds so blue!

All scorns be said and rubbed in well,
To these of war-torn cell,
That knows no talk but works amidst,
All this Political correctness and jibb,

Though they are rough and seems not thought,
But all has seen and none forgot,
For strong men read and read all day’t,
Time become they stand up straight,

None shall fathom those sadden hearts,
All life be left, be torn aparts,
For whose sake done this so?
For you and me and those no more,

But in-return we slander, spit and curse,
To these brave men, whom thinks their worse,
Ney they are, they are smart so be
Fail and Fail, we fail to see,

Let us rise and pray they say,
So that war may cease this day,
But thou forget, God’s hands are yours,
On this earth, defend true Freedom’s cause,

Blood must spill but not my will,
For peace long run, halt your folly and your fun,
That gallops in excess every day,
While the Enemy, for your destruction do they pray,

Give the love that these Heroes deserve,
Coz, for your safety do they serve,
And serve with all they heart and all their will,
Hush! Be quiet be still,

Let they speak what they know,
Lend your ears to their heart’s a’sore,
For none of us can fully empathize,
With these men whose hearts don’t lie’z,

So much a’witness to reality,
None of us can fathom what they really see,
Amongst the hate that boiled up high,
Lies the real enemy so sly,

Wait to cry ‘Wolf’ all day,
The real heroes, then be ignored all the way,
Sent to prison, these innocent men,
Learn O’West, When or When?

Know not the Enemy that you fight,
Till the day you take to flight,
Of graven mistakes, a’Diplom’s hole,
The Founding Fathers’ in their graves they role,

Tossing and turn, hearts turmoils beat,
At the Great West’s shameless defeat,
You can yell all you want,
How Greatest the Nation, but fall to enemy taunt,

Two as one and one as two,
This is the Enemy Renew,
From the Desert one did spring,
The other had whispers of sweet nothing!

Of this Saint John did speak,
Of Artemis and her Beast think’s Buff, but weak,
Wake up O’West! Wake up O’West did this Poet War,
Send your Rough and Tough men, destroy this Scourge, this Scorn!

We need Rough Men! We need Tough Men!

Copyright © Viktor Horvath Eisenstein | Year Posted 2020

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