NATO TROOPS GREENLAND
TELLING TRUMP TO GO POUND SAND
NOT WHAT DONALD TRUMP PLANNED
No Kings Day
Everyday
The fear I felt last November
Has
Swollen
Like a Hindenberg blimp directly
Overhead
Seconds from exploding
Time and space back to 1775.
How
Now sent troops’ marching feet
Bear a din, underscoring beat,
Compelling
Alarm
Urgently
To ask, to answer the question:
How might we align
our democracy against any
autocratic insurrection?
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God bless us everyone
My charities are Disabled
veterans of America DAV
PVA paralyzed veterans
Wounded warriors my
absolute favorite USO
sending packages to
troops I absolutely love
this also Militar order of
the purple heart being
Disabled and giving of
yourself benefit letters
are zero many people
look at you smiling and
think you are rich sad my
life is in giving back my
grandfather served
my husband served my
granddaughter just arrived
in Jordan god bless the
United States of America
THEY GATHER AROUND TRYING TO DESTROY YOU
COMING IN MANY FORMS AND PACKS
I AM A CHILD OF THE KING
SO SATAN RETURN BACK.
SATAN'S TROOPS ARE MANY IN NUMBERS
I AM COVERED BY JESUS'S BLOOD
I LOOK TO THE MIGHTY HEAVEN ABOVE.
NO EVILNESS IN THIS PRESENCE
I REBUKE
NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST THEE
FOR JESUS I SHALL SEEK.
ENEMIES AND SO-CALLED FRIENDS
FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END
PEACE I SPEAK
JOY I HAVE
DO TELL.
PRAYERS ON BENDED KNEES
DAY AND NIGHT
SEASONS ABROAD
CALLING IN THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS OUT LOUD.
HANDS LIFTED UP HIGH
TO THE ALMIGHTY
JESUS IS THE KING
JESUS IS OVER ALL THINGS.
They willfully exile themselves from fight,
turn into friendly sports their military training,
warming their old cold beds.
Save your charitable cause of lauding the warriors and
the body bags, and save your tears too, they frighten the
spirits, blind them with your waving flags, devour them with
your open enthusiasm for the new recruits who bought into the fable,
the fantasy that might rival the old St. Patrick's big bells.
You may serve them with cups and cakes,
bringing divinity to your noble cause, seldom think of
war a place of heroism, of fancy, as long as it's far apart.
You appear and speak only on stage,
profiting from war's rage.
The coffee quickly gets cold
in the time it takes to part.
Words start then stop
on this last morning,
or is it the first?
Troops Send to Reach End
always did intend
bring big battle to an end
more troops we will send
Jim Horn
You forget your plight
while you fight with might.
You roam with your comrades, never
leaving behind a man.
You prove your worth
with your trust in the Almighty.
You' ve left loveones behind.
They spread your spirit strong.
Knowing you are the Best and you
pass the Test.
Till Life's made you hold,
try your best to be bold.
While our Country hold you up,
in the palm of our Hands.
INFANTRY
At alert all day,
Waiting for the Marshal's orders,
To move into position against the foes,
Disintegrating into companies,
To launch their campaign.
Day and night on the battlefield,
Bullets raining the sky,
Reinforcements and air supports engaged,
Soldiers left hoping to come back alive,
But many died on the battleground,
And others injured,
Sacrificing their lives at the altar of victory.
As a sniper,
I said to a fellow soldier
''God gave me a special gift,
Made of fine instrument of warfare,
If He was to put me and my sniper riffle,
Anywhere up to and including a mile,
A mile to the arch enemy,
With a clear view of sight,
Pack your bags young men,
War is over''.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019,JAN 29 {whatsapp 07061816037}
Our fellow Troops have fought the battle for us, we must believe Troops put their life on the line for us.... Fellow Troops how come your not home? Your families been waiting for you to return many years ago.... Families have moved on, cheating has occured , the Troops cannot handle what they've seen nor heard.... The battles they've fought was to keep us safe the Troops put their life on the line for us everyday.... Our fellow Troops please come home... For we cannot continue to spend many years alone... Thanks for serving our country....
...inspired by 'Dry Loaf' by Wallace Stevens
The loaf is stretched, a wretched game,
need is the arbiter of taste
as pride takes on another meaning,
duty is the call that summons,
love and hunger mean the same.
Hope directed to the cause,
troops in uniform are marching,
those left behind forever searching
for reports of dead and wounded,
bitter tears or strained applause.
Hunger troubles starving children,
and the hearts of those who've worried,
servicemen and sweethearts, wives
and mothers with their feelings buried,
lives on hold, a crushing burden.
Spring appears and goes unnoticed,
the crocus unappreciated,
flocks of starlings block the sun,
black, the barrel of a gun,
and still the troops are marching, marching.
The sea is grey with gulls and smoke,
waves broken like the battered land,
sounds of conflict rise unceasing,
troops advancing and retreating,
marching, marching, 'til the bitter end.
The loaf is stretched, a wretched game,
need is the arbiter of taste
as pride takes on another meaning,
duty is the call that summons,
love and hunger both the same.
Hope directed to the cause,
troops in uniform are marching,
those left behind forever searching
for reports of dead and wounded,
bitter tears and strained applause.
Hunger troubles starving children,
and the hearts of those who've worried,
servicemen and sweethearts, wives
and mothers with good feelings buried,
lives on hold, a crushing burden.
Spring appears and goes unnoticed,
the crocus unappreciated,
flocks of starlings block the sun,
black as the barrel of a gun,
and still the troops are marching.
The sea is grey with gulls and smoke,
waves broken like the battered land,
sounds of conflict rise unceasing,
troops advancing and retreating,
marching, marching, 'til the bitter end.
...inspired by 'Dry Loaf' by Wallace Stevens
The loaf is stretched, a wretched game,
need is the arbiter of taste
as pride takes on another meaning,
duty is the call that summons,
love and hunger mean the same.
Hope directed to the cause,
troops in uniform are marching,
those left behind forever searching
for reports of dead and wounded,
bitter tears or strained applause.
Hunger troubles starving children,
and the hearts of those who've worried,
servicemen and sweethearts, wives
and mothers with their feelings buried,
lives on hold, a crushing burden.
Spring appears and goes unnoticed,
the crocus unappreciated,
flocks of starlings block the sun,
black as the barrel of a gun,
and still the troops are marching, marching.
The sea is grey with gulls and smoke,
waves broken like the battered land,
sounds of conflict rise unceasing,
troops advancing and retreating,
marching, marching, 'til the bitter end.
Where To Send the Troops Horn Hiaku
Revolting jolting splinter groups
Have to jump through many hoops
Were to send the troops.
We should consider each fact
So we can remain in tack
Were to send the troops.
To one country did relate
To concentrate all his hate
Were to send the troops.
What is it which we should do
So all our plans will come true
Were to send the troops.
Glue will have healing power
And harder does get each hour
Were to send the troops.
For me it makes perfect sense
In confidence and suspense
Were to send the troops.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
...inspired by 'Dry Loaf' by Wallace Stevens
The loaf is stretched, a wretched game,
need is the arbiter of taste
as pride takes on another meaning,
duty is the call that summons,
love and hunger mean the same.
Hope directed to the cause,
troops in uniform are marching,
those left behind forever searching
for reports of dead and wounded,
bitter tears or strained applause.
Hunger troubles starving children,
and the hearts of those who've worried,
servicemen and sweethearts, wives
and mothers with their feelings buried,
lives on hold, a crushing burden.
Spring appears and goes unnoticed,
the crocus unappreciated,
flocks of starlings block the sun,
black as the barrel of a gun,
and still the troops are marching, marching.
The sea is grey with gulls and smoke,
waves broken like the battered land,
sounds of conflict rise unceasing,
troops advancing and retreating,
marching, marching, 'til the bitter end.
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