Home is far, so far away
Dear country calls
Distant bases will be brimming
with men who rise, who march
who run, who fall for country
Blood is the price for peace
Peace is like the rain,
coming and going, and going and coming
When country calls, Son must part then
Goodbyes said, tears shed, and Son must part then
Her sunlight will be dimming, her laughter ending
like a song, like a dream
When country calls
Men will be bleeding on every front,
on every field where children once played,
Where life like flowers once thrived
Because country called
He left, he saw, he returns
Statue-still in a coffin wrapped in flag
Country and glory have become one
But a woman's heart is drowning in grief
Son, Son, O! Son
She sees only the coming coffin wrapped in flag
Embedded in every aspect of life, blood.
Wrath rips souls to shreds for worldly causes.
Plentiful tears upon forever flood.
Returning an empty vessel, man, to ashes.
Blackened hearts manifest their loathing.
Brother competing with brother for greed.
Envy destroys the mind, with covetous lusting.
Worldly ways birth another bad seed.
Every aspect of breathing proceeds with caution.
Trust is lost in planes of angry strife.
Ambiance dreams in self-satisfaction.
Mankind enters adulthood flawed by life.
Odium thrives, falsly justified by differences.
Compassion too soon lost feeds fearful thinking.
Evil forces busily shuttle interferences.
Clawing, character against character, chafing.
But…there was a crucifixion.
God’ Son came to earth, a son of woman.
Resolved to cleanse hate’s affliction.
Justice serving forgiveness to every man-
Each eternal soul was bought by Jesus’ blood,
He washed sinful ways; set man’s pure goal.
God’s loving sent in everlasting flood.
Renewed, He embraces each righteous soul.
© February 19, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
My son is coming home today
he's been away so long
when he left here to go away
We knew that he was strong
He told us he was leaving soon
his girlfriend had to cry
the bus took him away at noon
and we just said goodbye
a military man so fine
so able and so tall
he's put into the firing line
not holding back at all
He sent a letter home one day
I don't remember when
his mother told me just last may
she got one more again
We got a letter monday last
from one who knew the score
My son was caught up in a blast
and he could serve no more
The plane came in, they set the chocks
they brought him in a bag
and now they've put him in a box
I get to keep the flag
WHEN YOU WALK ON GREEN GRASS IN AMERICAN MY SON IS NOT,WHEN YOU GO TO WORK
EVERYDAY MY SON WORKING 24 HR A DAY, WHEN YOU GO TO SEE YOUR FAMILY MY SON IS
NOT SEEING HIS, WHEN YOU ARE FREE IN AMERICAN MY SON IS NOT, WHEN YOU LIVE
YOUR LIFE EVERYDAY MY SON WONDERING IF HE IS GOING TO LIVE, SEE MY SON IS A
MARINE FIGHTING FOR YOUR FREEDOM, THIS IS MY SON
September 11th 2010 US invades IRAN...
DOES IT SOUND CRAZY? Are government is roge, Are you insane?
A run-away Train! with no where to go.
The fear mongers are spining america twords armageden.
Obama, the bastard SON of Bush prepairs the wagon.
"We know whats best"
"There inriching Uranium"
"they will BOMB the U.S."
"the axis of evil" they scream.
This evangelical dream
can this be are they so dumb
"if we kill all the Muslims Jesus will come"
Where ever he is, Jesus is crying
He looks down to see the son of man dieing.
My soul lies here in Arlington
My vessel 'neath grass green grow
My soul lies here in Arlington
Please let my family know.
Your son lies here in Arlington
You walk past him day by day
Your son lies here in Arlington
'Unknown Soldier' his stone doth say.
Her love lies here in Arlington
Her hopes must soar so high
Her love lies here in Arlington
Buried or not; he's in the sky.
His Dad lies here in Arlington
His eyes grow wet with tears
His Dad lies here in Arlington
This stone confirms his fears.
My soul lies here in Arlington
My vessel 'neath grass green grow
My soul lies here in Arlington
Please let my family know.
When I put my hand to the wall.
I can feel young soldiers as they fell.
I seem to be viewing hell
as only the soldier can see.
Knowing full well
that all I can be
is thankful;
because of them my land is
still free.
This grief attack
I’m fighting back
No small price to pay.
O God, bring my son back,
Even at the price of Liberty.
I need him here with me.
No, I don’t have a son in the war and I truly ask
God’s blessing on the families who do. No, one
can freely give a child up for any cause. How can
we blame or fault someone of the persuasion of my
poem. Gratis to all who believe it is God’s will
when sacrifice has to be made for the right cause.
CGH
© Apr 11 2010
She thought she’d be alone,
when her son went to war to defend his home,
but that day he returned from active duty,
as he knew he would,
she ran toward her son as fast as she could,
her breath coming in gasps,
from excitement as much as exertion,
years waiting,
while the war was debating,
she prayed for her son,
every night until her mind went numb,
the reports came,
the situation insane,
he was fighting in such hostility,
bombing this city, that city,
deep down, and miles away,
she could feel his pity,
but through all that razor-edged day,
God heard him pray,
and he returned home,
God wouldn’t have it any other way.