Kathleen J. Shields
A Christmas Poem That Turned Out To Be A Message (For Our Troops) - Poem by Kathleen J. Shields
As Christmas time comes around again
Our memories fondly turn back to when
Times were simple and joy abound
Where love and family do surround
Where presents stacked high from ceiling to floor
Were examples of days we’d always adore.
But now as times get tougher; as war breaks out afar
We find ourselves desiring things the way they were
We pull together families, we gather all our friends
And make this holiday season one that thus transcends
We yearn for peace and mean it, we bow our heads in prayer
We pray for all our troops that are fighting over there
But our prayers they do mean nothing if we don’t stand up for them
We must support this war or our boys we do condemn
Politics aside our country must unite
Put aside our differences if we’re to win this fight
Our ancestors got things done, they weren’t afraid to get soiled
And when they worked together; their enemies they foiled
I think that they’d look down on us, and shake their heads in shame
To see just what we’ve turned into, to see what we became
Mindless, foolish, people; ones without a cause
Afraid to show our feelings and exhibit all our flaws
We’re letting others tell us, how to think and feel
We don’t even bother to investigate if all those stories are real
We’re letting hell unleash on Earth, we’re damning all our children
And we’re turning our backs on our savior, the Lord and God of men.
We’re stronger when we’re together, it’s a proven fact to win
And it’s only the devil who benefits from our fighting ourselves within.
So this season as you bow your heads and think fondly of our troops
Who are sitting over there jumping through all those hoops
Remember they’re your friends, they do it for our freedom
And they are doing what they can to enter Heaven’s Kingdom
What have you yourself done? Spoken good of them?
Disagreed with the people who verbally do condemn?
Next time someone says to you this war is such a joke
Realize it’s the devil who’s eager to provoke.
The fact is that we’re over there; the job it must get done
Whether we wanted it or not; it already has begun.
So instead of saying nothing; quietly following the mob
If support is the only thing we can give, then at least we’ve done our job!
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