left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war
© Goode Guy 2011-07-04
All around the Earth,
this world of so much worth,
people are fighting everywhere,
no one thinks that things are fair.
No matter where you go,
way up high or down below,
people talk the rage of war,
but do they know what they're fighting for?
If someone wants the right to live,
freedom is something that you should give,
but fighting for power and meaningless land,
is something that war does not demand.
The talk of peace is only sometimes heard,
most people start with war as their word,
they do not think of hurt or pain,
only the things that they may gain.
Their only goal is to win it all,
to lose means their army will fall,
if the goal they have will not achieve,
from the war they fought they have to leave.
And all through time the world repeats,
to fight each and every war it meets,
not many learn no matter if they win or lose,
that fighting is not the choice to choose.
The course, ne'er bar the word enforce
that war is the ensemble, sad endorse,
and lawless art resembles tithing's source,
that then I fight for truth, however coarse!
That madness of engender stays remorse,
no cure could grasp asunder's reinforce,
hurt follows hurt, and wonder hides resource
so that this fear of plunder halts recourse!
This conqueror's theme, this dunder stales exhort,
the slap upon the hand, the blow's report,
reproving's cursed command, resolved report
does start again, the band of battles fort ~
with "triumph's reprimand" . . . . war . . . . still the sort!
As I gaze into my buddy's eyes
I'm feeling so much dread
He could be lost,I realize
One more among the dead
This muddy swamp is thick and vile
Somehow we'll make it through
We will trudge each and every mile
Do what our pal would do
This war is not made for the weak
I'm here put to the test
Carnage is at an all-time peak
But Americans show their best
So we travel on to save our buddy
Struck down by the Viet Cong
My thoughts are dark,my body's muddy
But we need to keep moving along
One day I know this war will end
And I'll be homeward bound
For now we've an SOS to send
While the enemy tries to surround
I'll send a powerful prayer up high
That my buddy will be alright
As we approach,the copter draws nigh
In the breaking morning light
Written by Deb Wilson
for contest"World Of War: Viet Nam"
sponsored by Miranda Lambert
I watched as Johnny was handed a uniform
Saw him trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Marched by his side in Vietnam jungles warm
There was little regard to how war did us harm
By parachute dropped to a ghastly death scene
Johnny ached for the life left behind, so serene
His family, fiancé did not know what war means
Especially the haunting of lost children's screams
No ticker-tape parades, no welcome for us then
We were scorned as monsters, baby-killing men
Jeers from protestors and an uncaring government
Greeted the lonely Vietnam Veteran
No accolades received from a nation displeased
But we had not asked to be sent overseas
The rich sent their sons to universities
For families with wealth dodging the draft was a breeze
The "benefits" we found would astound all now
Homeless Vietnam vets still dwell amongst the crowd
And it leaves one to wonder how our hallowed ground
Could have so many unnamed graves of men once proud
I still see vets suffering disgraceful neglect
To say Vietnam wasn’t “war” shows no respect
by Carolyn Devonshire
for Miranda Lambert's "World of War: Vietnam" contest
As I closed my eyes to sleep
I dreamt of that trench stinky and deep
That lovely place they called Da Nang
That I now recall with a terrible pang
The war had to be fought they said
I signed the slip and sped
As I lay bleeding in that hole
Men beside me broken and never would be whole
Mortars hitting hard with a thud
Blood mingled with sweat and mud
They walked with my half dead body
Amid corpses and earth all bloody
Booby traps were set everywhere
Marching forward for a destination unaware
The screams of friends who lay dying alone
Still echoed in my heart where it is sown
And now that the war was over
Why does every sound make me duck under cover?
By- Tahera Mannan
For Miranda’s ‘WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM’ Contest
April 12, 1861 the cannons could
be heard for miles around,
the war had started,that
led both sides to a long
and hard struggle.
Why was this site
chosen to start the fight,
it may have been that
this fort was not prepared
for a battle of any kind,
a shortage of cannons,
and other weapons,
hardlyl gave them any
chance to defend the fort
Abe Lincoln later in
his most famous speech,
said A Nation divided cannot stand,
which is a true statement.
The Civil War was to become
the bloodiest war in our history,
before the firing
on Fort Sumter
it was an unknown place
to most of the people,
now it stands out
as a major landmark
in our country.
wrote 4-12-11
All U.S. soldiers are putting their lives on the line in Iraq for our freedom. It's like a
modern-day version of World War II and the Gulf War. Despite the armed forces' efforts to
fighting for our freedom, they suddenly get killed by suicide bombs or wounded, thereby
being torn limb from limb. There's always a problem with the military soldiers getting
shot in the brain or wherever. George W. Bush, who was the President of the United States
of America at the time, was really wrong for sending the troops to Iraq, knowing that the
men and women of the U.S. Armed Forces would be injured or killed. But despite the war in
Iraq and our troops sacrificing their lives for our freedom and the capture of Suddam
Hussan, this war is still haunting all of us U.S. civilians. But then, when it came to
going against the Iraqis, it was worth it. I hope America doesn't go to war, again.
We fight for many reasons...
We fight for freedom, peace
and love.
We fight for love and
against love.
Love is a non-stop
war sometimes between
two people sometimes
between more...
When one war is done
you come out with battle
wounds. But the wounds
dont matter when you come
back to the one you fought
for. When you come back
and they have open arms
for you no matter what happened.
They have the same battle wounds
as you. When this battle is over
the next one comes along soon
after. Sometimes you think
you finished the battle and there
will be no more fighting, but then
they start up again. You think you
finished it when you tell yourself
that your never going to fight for
this person ever again even though
deep down you are fighting to them
off your mind....
The war is never over...
Nightmares, jungles, blood on hands
Unjust war in distant lands
Scars that no one else can see
Memories doing battle with his sanity
Off to war, a rich man’s fool
Rich man’s son was off to school
Some came home in boxes, statistics mount
Media smiles announcing body count
Working man’s sons without a voice
Off to war without a choice
Coming home to hate, the fire fanned
Misdirected Anger in his native land
Dismayed with the war, activists groups
Pointing blame at the drafted troops
So many dead through the bloody nights
Protecting rubber trees and oil rights
After the storm, there was no calm
Soldiers coming home from Vietnam.
Dedicate to Vietnam vets who served valiantly,
unappreciated at home
Here the clarion call
Rattles in the head
The sleeping souls weary a day bring
Troubles mountainous
Before the sky can sing
Marching like never before
Boots tight, medals pre-strapped
A thoughtless wonder
Miracle of sling-tight machinery
Once the die is cast
Only fools can be in doubt
There is no question beyond this point
A well fashioned chain wont split
Have the ranks crackling with fire
So this war can roll unhinged
What of the debris left after?
Man never forgets his place
Tired belt worn, carnage
That no white wash can change
He comes home frozen in pain
Citizens continue in holidays and gain
And war vanishes from whence it came
I was told that war is the answer
and I believe this to be true,
more true than the world outside
and the life we just pass through.
This war is not external
but as internal as a clock,
clicking gears and turning time
on these feeling your unable to block.
With the constant pulling ties
and the tearing of our hearts,
I see that war does have a truth
and a way of mending broken parts.
So i fear nothing of the dark
and love nothing of the light
because at the end of the day
all there is, is the will to fight
Neath a distant sun drenched sky where the Southern Cross is seen
Two armies face to face they meet on a battlefield pure and green
Fear of defeat is etched down deep on each brave warrior’s face
As they wait the signal to engage their weapons they embrace
With green and gold held on high one fights for their native land
The other fights for God and Country on an alien foreign strand
Each man lives in his own thoughts as they wait for the command
They know that all depends on them this is the their final stand
A final pause an awesome hush then the order comes to engage
Fearless toe to fearless toe their wicked war they do wage
The soulful sound of leather is heard striking willow crafted true
If strife were decided on this oval ground all war we could eschew
Ominously, in the east, do the cursed war clouds gather.
Young men, in ignorance claim, "we are unafraid to die."
Send dispatch riders forth on steeds set to labor and lather.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Our fathers fathers fathers thought their war would be the last,
No more sons as offerings to Mars, nor widows nor orphans cry.
Sing out then Elders who have seen war's obscenity in the past.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
There be time for peace to reign, as shields and swords but rattle,
And taunts and boasts must still be made before the arrows fly.
God grant us sense to end in joy our thirst for blood and battle.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Beauty tells the story
Of days we were younger
Come join the famine
Lose someone
Beneath the sands
At the Tip of your toes
A touch of the gods
Join the war
And lose someone
Bridges
They mend
The things that god
Cannot touch
Rivers
They separate
The stenches
That man
cannot rid of
Join the war
Lose someone
Among the worst
mercenary’s
Those of us
Who were careless
of wanted whispers
Join the war
And lose someone
Come join the war
Won’t you lose someone
Morning breaks
Come join the war
The warming phase
Alarming as days
Join the war
Lose someone
“The important part is the suffering,
death is just the part that eventually
happens.”
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