Memorial Day, U.S.A.
The morning sun o’er the parapet seen,
Whilst heard on the wall the bugle call;
"To The Colors" as 'Old Glory' is raised,
To half-staff this Memorial Day;
In remembrance of America’s fallen military personnel:
Known and unknown, buried with full honors.
More than just numbers, they sacrificed their lives
For American liberty and independence.
In battles fought and won, these brave men and women
Denied our enemies victory—on the home front,
In foreign lands, upon the oceans, and in the skies above
—And will not be forgotten by the American people.
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Note:
Memorial Day is a national U.S.A. holiday observed on the last Monday in May, in honor of American military personnel who died in service for their country.
A folktale
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some travelled to Moskva
which has a rich cultural heritage.
Then the Americans/NATO held a proxy war and
the American soldiers and tanks got in the way
of tour buses, needless to say, the soldiers were
confused that the people from the tiny country
we’re not afraid of the big bear this because of the
US combatants were victims of lying propaganda.
Well, the military nonsense ended their proxy war
the Norwegian continued to travel to Russia to do
their shopping and as always they were welcomed
and no one mentioned the silly manoeuvres by
the misguided military personnel were playing in the snow.
Blood is streaming from all of my wounds.
Searing pain resonates throughout my body.
I try to speak, only to swallow more blood.
Every single movement, seems to take a lifetime.
People are shouting, yet all I hear is a high pitched ringing.
The injured and dead near me,
yet all I can smell is the aroma of gunpowder.
The sun descends upon the horizon,
as the shadows of death are closing in on me.
Note: Dedicated to Military personnel who died in battle.
Invocation to Mount Purandhar
(Thoughts of March 1966 recollected in tranquility in July 2004)
We are now entering the restricted areas,
There will be no more girls or women,
The presence of the Eves is erased,
There will be only Zeus and no Venus.
No telephone or telegram calls to anyone,
At the most one can receive a postcard,
Or can see a photo in their wallet, if any.
The magazines will be a distant dream.
Gone will be the decorum and grace
Which come by women’s presence,
Gone is the joy, excitement, order,
Copulation permitted with the training.
No woman in this military establishment,
Where the British kept German prisoners,
Except the ‘unclean maid ‘ in the kitchen,
Emanating a wide variety of odors awhile.
We won’t be seeing women for three months,
Except two peaks of Begum Para Hills looking
Like the two alabaster breasts of a woman
Lying in its ready posture of surrender
We console ourselves – there exists women,
Down below the planes of Pune City
And just because of the women we all exist,
Like the military personnel of Purandhar Fort do.
To the fighting men and women and to all military personnel,
I only want to wish for you safety and God keep you well.
We are proud of what you do and you are always in our thoughts and mind,
I am working on a weapon too that when you shoot someone with it they turn
from mean to kind.
My Mean To Kind (M.T.K.) weapon is nearly done.
I’m in a hurry so I can produce enough for everyone.
Just point my M.T.K. and zap them once or twice.
The more the zap the more the nice.
No more blood will either side ever let,
Maybe just an honest days worth of sweat.
How cool will that be to finally bury the grudge,
And sit down with your enemy over a hot chocolate sundae with fudge.
Instead of a hateful staring glare,
Just zap him once and end warfare.
Heck I may just zap myself again,
I’ll zap you too and you can be my friend.
To all the military personnel
Men and women alike
Our hearts go out to all of you
As you are about to strike.
You knew this was a possibility
When you took that oath to serve
We need your bravery and loyalty
Our country to preserve.
Americans are frightened
Though proud beyond belief
Knowing that you are there
Bringing our fears some relief.
We will pray for your safety
For a rapid end to this fight
That the evil people of this world
Learn the United States you do not spite.
So when you leave our homeland
To a fate which is unknown
All Americans are with you
None of you are alone.
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