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The Iron Patriot
Your actions they speak out to us all
Even when backs are against the wall
I love how you always stand up tall
That is a strength for all and all
Even though we don't have your sight
There is something we can learn from you
It's something we should and must all do
Son I totally admire you
Although it may not always seem that way
I'll go ahead and say it anyway
You signed your name where most would never think
Washington would be proud if he's staring down from the clouds
Your a Patriot
to the core
a hero amongst us all
Your my son
like so many others now
A family of brothers standing strong against the demons that plague this land
Defending here and abroad
On a mountain in the freezing cold
Or a desert in the scorching heat
Through a jungle or into the night
Son your making things alright
Your mother and I were so proud
On the day you came into our lives
Now your an Iron Patriot hard as steel
to the core never wavering
always there
Defending freedom for all who care
We could never have asked for more
You set aside your well being for all and all
and
for the Corp
You'd lay down your life for lives you've never met
You'd run through the desert and sleep on the
ground
That's a worthy trait and deserves an ovation
We'll all thank you when your back home
Cherish all you are doing and remember the sacrifices those have made to get us here
When your done with the Corp and out in the world
Your still a Patriot to the core
We thank you for what you do for us all
You take down an enemy that keeps tyranny in hand
Thousands of people lost their lives
9/11 stands out in our minds
I held you in my arms so tight that day
On the front lines you take a stand
To remove terror from our minds
Instilling a sense of honor and pride
This ain't about eye for an eye
God don't approve of that
but they're gonna pay for the treacherous things they have brought to our door
So wherever you are and whenever you look to the sky whether it be the moon or the stars you see
Know that we are looking up there too!
So a few words to our lord' please bring them all home! To your brothers, sisters our sons and our daughters, please lord bring them all home safe and sound!
Amen
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
In the dark dark year of 63
Britain's most gruesome murder spree
A conscious betrayal of innocence
With acts of barbarous decadence
Left five young children, in a hole, on the moor
And no one knows if there are more
For silence followed with lips shut tight
Across fifty years, day and night
The most evil couple that spurned from man
A couple with a killing plan
On a promise of puppies and sweets
He was the outright antagonist
His callous blonde lover willing to assist
While silently waiting holding his breath
With her female trust they were led to their death
Have some apples, I have kittens to stroke
And a murderous intention
To help rape and to choke
On a promise of puppies and sweets
All of these children totally perplexed
Forced to engage in unnatural sex
Then pose for nude pictures before being raped
With all of this heinous so casually taped
Then bludgeoned to death with insatiable force
The boot of a car and onto the moor
A cold wet grave for the body of a child
On a hostile moor, windswept and wild
On a promise of puppies and sweets
Tortured and bludgeoned with axe and with scorn
No pretty flowers nor graveyard for mourn
Outrageously thrown in a hole on the moor,
Where they lay undiscovered for a score year or more
Come little one, come follow me
Come see the puppies, come now and see
I have sweeties and apples and playthings for you
And a callous intention, to end your life, too
As the killers closed their eyes to the gore
On a promise of puppies and sweets
This is the tale of Britain's worst crime
This could not happen, well not at this time
But happen it did and a nation left reeled
As five innocent children lay dead in a field
Continuous silence continues today
Where children are buried, they would not say
As they danced on a grave and took photographs
With Myra so happy, so happy she laughed
Ian looked so proud as he stared at the floor
With a freshly dug patch of a huge hostile moor
That had no divining line, where the land and sky meets
On a promise of puppies and sweets
Both of these monsters spent a long time in a cell
Until the devil welcomed them, to join him in hell
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Deservingly so, that is the truth
If you approach anyone
Remember always
There is seven metres
To be safe
From a blade
He was a violent offender
Who beat his girlfriend often
And he broke the law
Acts his community would always defend
He caused the Medical Centre
To be closed down
And the staff were evacuated
Away from the town
He confronted police
And brandished an axe
So he ran into the bush
Not taking a look back
So reinforcements were sent to the town
To bring him into custody was the plan
The police found him in a house
He gave a false name knowing he was a wanted man
But Sergeant Eberl and Constable Rolfe weren’t fooled
And arrested Walker as a wanted man
But Walker struggled and stabbed both with scissors
Wanting to escape them as his demand
Rolfe in defence shot Walker
Then Eberl and Walker fell down
Eberl was fighting for his life
And Rolfe fired twice defending Eberl on the ground
The scissors were taken from Walker
And he was rendered first aid
Then taken to the Police Station
Where Walker’s life away did fade
The story took a twist for the worst
And Zach Rolfe was charged with murder and more
The first shot was within the law
But the second and third were an unlawful score
Chief Minister Gunner said
there’d be consequences
And Zach Rolfe was put through
Two years of hell waiting for his day
When the truth would be told too
The trial started and time and again
It was shown that Rolfe took action by his training
But the Prosecution tried hard
And finally Zach Rolfe was found not guilty with the jury acquitting
But the story did not end
The Yuendumu Community still wanted
An eye for an eye and cried out
For revenge for Walker was shouted
Commissioner Chalker still wanted his pound of flesh
And put Zach Rolfe on annual leave
Serving him with breaches of regulation
So the story continues on to the Coroners Court if you please
So the court jury process acquitted Rolfe
But questions remain
In whether Gunner and Chalker interfered with process
In charging Rolfe with murder
Most think that justice has been done
When Zach Rolfe was acquitted in the Supreme Court
But now it seems the process carries on
So where does the truth lie?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sons and daughters of the first born
From original source we were all shorn
Progeny of the brightest stars
All were unwitting avatars
Flung from the quiver
Each a message to deliver
Look out at the world
Into which we were hurled
We struggle to stand
In this dark hinterland
No longer can we hide
Behind eyes now open wide
The oldest of souls
Living truths will extol
Dropping wisdom of the ages
Like pearls from the sages
They endeavor to bring unto (wo)man
The true vision of the master’s plan
Your so-called truths need some revision
There never was a spiritual division
On shoulders to bare an original sin
No wrong was done by ancestral kin
This world given to us to explore and tame
We were not sent here to swim in shame
This an untruth you were sold
To shackle the beings created so bold
Fret not about the wrongs and rights
We all experience the dark and the light
Whether good or bad not for you to perceive
The fruit has not fallen so far from the tree
On different paths we are set to learn
Another’s lesson is not your concern
If your eye offends you then pluck it out
That decision for others not what you’re about
Judge not as we have long been told
Or henceforth you will be judged ten-fold
With false honor we cry eye for an eye
But this my brethren is yet another lie
The truth was revealed; even babes know
You only will reap that which you will sow
Whether walking in love or in earthly malice
The same you will drink from the golden chalice
Ego untamed that villain of old
In truth this is your pot of gold
Universal conscience the contingency plan
Your individual beauty your ego-(wo)man
Whether wide is the path or narrow the way
Who among us can absolutely say
Undeniable truth for one and for all
It’s pride alone that will cause you to fall
Refusal to seek your truth that’s within
Finds feet that are pathless again and again
These pearls stolen by antiquity thieves
Time to get up now; off your knees
It’s not for you to bow and cower
Earthly presence of the highest power
Sons and daughters of the first born
Original source is that which we mourn
Progeny of the brightest stars
We all are now fallen avatars
Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.
Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life force
might milk
metastatic roots while purging,
and scute steroids discarding the hair
that ganoid scales like
sturgeon
merging baby dragon parts there
in alternative medicine oceans.
Tumors transcend and
succor
is owed unknown futile fealty
to infant deities who must atone
for immature keepsakes in realty.
Closure
pawns its symbiote spawn upon
weapons in-waiting to wormhole the realms.
Women weep oxytocin. Tissues
wyvern at the hel-
minthe transcriptase cocytus kiln
celling tussin-flavored scolex helix;
hydras caduce their chimera-filmed,
reptile-elm, viral
fetus.
Ignis fatuus reflective glasses
wither the pyrrhic ghostly gasses.
Parapsychic worms
poison
parents’ life-projected choices.
Jacobs slither the lamprey ladders.
Jihadists excise
their end-
ocrine matters... glazing the X,
lambs praise their ossifying father’s gaze.
Depucelation
contracts
‘an eye for an eye’: hexacanth.
The oncospheric galaxies equate;
retroviridae-cestodes celebrate
swapping
meat of child for theft of fare
on trans-dimensional photonic pairs,
where cycles continue out there, memes
extremophiled.
And then paper went silent
leaving same sensation
again that bloody feeling of
big mountain exploding in heat inside my armour plate
just couldn't write the words
with no love among them
their people beheaded one of mine
now trough mine borders theirs screamed for salvation
mine theirs
ours
where did we displaced ours
when
how
always the same in that vicious circle
love and hate chase each other endlessly
clocks are falling off the walls
no limited time period for hate is permitted
as evil is another face of good
just turn that goddamned another cheek
an eye for an eye isn't our god's choice
if it was
He would wiped us out from the planet
we killed his son
now we are killing someones children again
beheading
lifting the wall
strengthened by words
anchored through indifference
they are theirs
send them back
what is broken
can be mended
will never be the same
send them back
shouldn't write those words
with no love among them
they are terrorists
terror could be ours
but europe remains for europeans
send them back
our future is their raping our women
lifting our towns in the air
bombing our schools
churches
hospitals
theirs and ours
under the same sky
stood
And all of that is their now
did I wrote the words
with no love among them?
beheaded religion
and traditionally incorporated patriotism
have written false flag play
clean heart has no misinterpretations
to write a life
only needed is courage
let that paper speak again
trough our borders theirs screaming for salvation
our is beheaded
already tomorrow will be forgotten
as it is less painful
and paper is mute
informations can't endure despair
have you seen them over there
standing in the rain
soaked to the bones
children
women
men
old man
sick
cripled
exausted
heaven is trying to protect their imperfection
mixing his tears with their cry
cleaning them enough so they can merit that crossing
fragile thoughts
mine
climbing over baptised palms
colliding them in prayer for
landless
nameless
lifeless
godless
why have you made us like this?
God went silent
ours
I'm about to unleash my pen and show no sympathy for my pad
Go raw and smash, make you adore the fact
I've got my next poem finished before the last
Rhymes in the part of my brain where Einstein would store the facts
You thought I was out of rhymes?, sorry but more are stashed
Been to war and back
Depression was left bloodied on the floor, I'm back
This poem is a horror movie, it's a gory act
I could be anyone's ghostwriter, I've got rhymes for where your story lacks
Let me switch it up and take it to the next level
Been dragged through hell, now there's less devils
I should be awarded for my fight with depression but I don't collect medals
Bipolar and Dysfunctional
Most my life I've been uncomfortable
But I'm starting to get settled
Been judged my whole life but I'm still me
Killed the suicidal thoughts before they killed me
I picked up my pen and tortured my pad
A slaughtering act
Had to find a way, because I won't have a future, if I stayed caught in the past
Send prayers to Michigan for the clean water they lack
Trump drinks clean water so why would he care about those drinking dirt
If he gets me killed because of the way I ink a verse
So be it
Quiet? I won't be it
I hate Trump its no secret
I try to spread love, and avoid hatred
But I'll make an exception, I hate that Orange clown, the same way he hates people from other races
You gave him a job too big for him, he can't even handle the basics
I believe in an eye for an eye, as he's going to start a war so we can no longer live in peace
My pen bleeds until the day Trump gets Impeached
I'm stronger than ever, when before I've been weak
So go ahead and hate me for saying that
I'm stating facts
My pen is more dangerous than any Missile he'll send to Korea
He's meant to steer
But he's taking the world backwards down the wrong roads
He hates people of other races, when he's Bronze, Gold
Speak from my heart, you'll never see my pen Stutter
I've got friends of all races,religions and colours
We all hate Trump Equally
We're just trying to live peacefully
I had a lot on my mind I had to say
Showing no mercy, I have no sympathy for my pad today
Note: This is a sequel to the previous poem "Idiot" with the imagination of what if..................
Angel
I have awoken from my nightmares
I have grown up from my screams
The years have been kind to me
Except the first few of terrorizing fear
I am a big girl now
Why I shall soon be fourteen
The boys chase me for that magical kiss
They have no idea how they all miss
For I have had only one love
He is the only one buried deep within my heart
It’s him I must have
And have him I will
The prison doors will open
He will walk right into my arms
My letters show him my pure devotion
He smiles knowing I am there, his potion
He was away for ten years
For family issues he doesn’t like to say
I will take care of you daddy
Each and every day
In the half way house, I fix his first dinner
A pill you see will make him somewhat dimmer
Off to slumber he falls
Soon he will wish hell was his first call
Awake now daddy?
How does it feel?
Tied up tight, must feel bloody good, right?
Don’t worry daddy, I am sure to bite
Now daddy used to have fingers
He even used to have toes
Now he has no manners
He throws up as I go
I toss his eyeball against the wall
Like marbles, such games are fun even when we tall
His other eye seems not to believe
His daughter in his footsteps weaves
So he misses a tooth or two
With no feet he needs no shoes
His legs are soaked in his bloody pain
Yet I must discipline him, at his own game
I am such an angel at my high school dance
The inside of me I don’t show, there is no chance
Let them see my angelic eyes
My daddy sees my pleasures has he cries
I read the bible when I was nine
Eye for an eye, now that’s so fine
The molester is being punished for his crime
I am may be fourteen, but I drink the punishers’ wine
My daddy hasn’t much breath in his lung
Why soon his story will be the last sung
He paid in full his debt to me
I made sure of that, the devil did see
The world is one happy merry go round
Think twice if you wish to screw
This four year old child shall return it to you
For flesh and blood, I shall collect every pound
Bye bye daddy
Twas a little piece of heaven in a bigger spot of hell,
Nestled in the bosom of the Sierra Nevadas.
I wasn't sure just what planet I had just landed on,
An alien invader in a strange mountain fold.
Oh, they looked at us with those skeptical stares,
Knowing full well their way of life there was to end someday.
But they took us in anyway, finally seeing our flags were the same color,
And taught us the art of rock-flicking and tree-bending!
Miles and miles of tormented roads and depressed dwellings
Peppered the backs of the manzanita hills.
Pine pitch wafted in my nose in the sunshine,
And cool, sweet water in the faltering twilight.
Like fleeing snakes, the rivers and creeks charged down-hill,
A Pacific grave was the prize at the end of the run.
We found the Red Planet above Prussian Hill,
Waiting for us to be the last of the guard of an older way of life.
The only real laws out there were the laws of common courtesy,
Don't tread on me, and an eye for an eye.
Folks were as real and as painfully set as a re-broken bone,
High-falutin' ways were as real to them as Hollywood dreams.
The summer sun burned the devils out of your bones,
The winter chill froze the snow angels into your flesh.
Funny, I never heard the whistle of a train,
Where were the railroads?? Hell, where were the FLATS??
West Point was pointless, Wilseyville was full of wiles,
Independence sat in lonely forgottenness,
Glencoe, a plaque in the artery of Hwy. 26.
Mountain Ranch and Sheep Ranch sighed in amnesic slumber,
While Mokolumne Hill and San Andreas kept vigil to the gateways.
A part of my soul is still buried in the flesh of those fractured rises and draws,
A part of who I am... there's no shame, I feel, to admit it loud and proud.
So, to the new dwellers who've changed her lovely, rustic face
Into the image of what they deem beautiful and of value,
Don't forget there were lives lived out before you came,
And remember they cleared the way for you and your ways!
Resist the temptation to rush to change a land that never asked you,
And treat her with the respect of your fathers' graves and your childrens' futures.