The boy, he lied, would not say why,
nor did he shed a tear or cry,
when flayed; across his father’s knee.
He’s not what they want him to be.
He’ll work the mine; that was unsaid.
Every day, he was instead
caught spending time with poetry.
He’s not what they want him to be.
“He needs to mix with real men.”
And so it came to be; he, when
fifteen, became an enlistee.
He’s not what they want him to be.
I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard,
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!
He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!
Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place,
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these,
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!
26 May 2022
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
My son's a lone soldier, no one bolder
than he
Thousands of miles from home and hearth
an enlistee
That he's strong and brave and daring
all agree
But we keep asking ourselves 'Why?'
'specially me
Posted on perilous, war-torn borders
he'd be
In the crosshairs of those who'd kill him
with glee
With my heart in my throat I utter
this plea
O, Lord, please protect this lone soldier
from the enemy!
wonder wonder what we’ll do when the sky becomes not free
wonder wonder what life would be if we hid and flee
wonder wonder where we’ll go when we drown in sea
wonder wonder just who’ll remember what we did for thee.
we are men who gave our life so gallant as can be
we are men who flew the line in battle to save our liberty
we are men that shed our blood so proudly as an enlistee
wonder wonder if God will be there in that forgotten eternal sea
will you be there raising a flag under that big chestnut tree
will you be there at my grave to honor by saluting me
will you be there in your thoughts in a moment of reverie
wonder wonder but we were those true aviators at Tuskagee
A patriotic fervor producing fealty
A noble cause compelling loyalty
Paired with a callous indignity
Brash enlistee plunges toward destiny
Honor's badge worn with impunity
Duty's moniker embossed with magnanimity
Insatiable bloodlust squelching all insecurity
Unbridled ego clamoring a garrulous enmity
Toward the villains who shattered blithe serenity
First skirmish, pageantry displaced by gravity
Mettle varnished with aura of invincibility
First battle, fallen comrades question mortality
Successive battles, severed limbs, caustic wounds challenge credulity
Fragile mind being conditioned to atrocity
War's heavy mantle now shorn of indemnity
Threatening mind's sanity, hearth's perpetuity
Once faceless foes now scream their humanity
Once noble leaders brim with insincerity
Supportive countrymen now fickle, distant entity
Cheering press now rank with duplicity
Only solace, hardened comrades equanimity
are you truly free?
living as God wants you to be
Is It the truth that you seek?
as lies are for the mentally weak
do you live your life in denial?
from day to day through error and trial
Is your life spiritually discrete,
or under a dark cloud of deceit?
for there are spiritual forces that will sway
in your life each and every day
remember to take It step by step
you're one of God's earthly reps
so remove that dark shroud
praise the Lord and stand proud
to be an enlistee
in God's spiritual army