John F. McCullagh Poems

The time machine, itself, was old,
compact, yet seemingly vast.
It prepared now for the journey
The traveler thought would be his last.
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In face and feature, line and grace,
a beauty like few others.
The first blush of her youth now past
Found her a wife and mother.
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From every county of old
Ireland
The stones have come to speak again.
Joined together in these four walls
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"Did I hesitate a moment? Did I stop and wonder why?
We were ordered to attack by some blunderer up high.
We were all, I think, afraid. Who wouldn't be right then?
Those Russians were entrenched and had artillery with them.
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He lived in a far distant land, surrounded by the sea,
far away from the masses of his fellow humanity.
He'd venture out upon that sea to fish or ride the waves.
He lived at peace with nature and with eternity.
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In the last year of Trujillo's reign, the Dictator decided
to eliminate three sisters and then plausibly deny it.
Patria, Maria and Minerva were the victims of the plot.
Once the three were dead and gone, He‘d make sure folks forgot.
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Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Don’t talk the whole term long
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The Government runs free health care-
for veterans of our foreign wars.
Their philosophy of care is sly-
Delay, deny and hope they die.
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Triangle

I will never forget the sound
of their bodies as they hit the ground.
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You know my face yet forget my name,
but then, it's for my roles I'm known.
I've spend a lifetime in the game.
Now, in the shadows, I am alone
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