An Ode To Colonel James Sabow, Usmc - Poem by Luke Easter
Murder is without a doubt a very extreme, coldhearted, cowardly deed,
So, it usually deals with jealously, selfishness, immorality and/or greed,
Here's a death planned by criminal masterminds of the highest degree,
That of Colonel James Sabow, “USMC.”
General David Shuter stated at his eulogy a man, “without compromise, ”
Oh no doubt it made the good colonel expendable in the enemy’s eyes,
However, what makes this chilling assignation is that stunning surprise,
“Straightest of Straight Arrows, ” was claimed to have committed suicide.
Forensic evidence supports murder of this brave officer in the year 1991,
Marine Corps Air Station in El Toro, Ca., when an investigation was done,
OK, but done by whom because solid clues point to a suspicious demise,
Done in sunny California, autopsy’s tough with sunglasses over your eyes.
Shootings have their own distinct characteristics & this one is not immune,
Type of weapon, make of the caliber, time of day, location, January or June,
Knowing a shotgun that caused the death leaked GSR yet none was found,
On the colonel’s hands or clothes, the medical examiner is Bozo the Clown?
Really? There is proof of cocaine being smuggled on former military ships?
Support the Nicaragua Contra-War? You know what’s said about loose lips,
Orange County Coroner ruled suicide before an investigation was complete,
A chilly January 22 in his quarters on a Marine Corps base, nice and neat.
Many subsequent independent experts have concluded, assured foul play,
The U.S. Navy & DOD continue to stand firm on, No! ” it didn’t occur that way,
Dr. David Sabow, a South Dakota neurologist has carried this fight 20 years,
Not quite but it will be for he has no thought of quitting to remove the smear.
And restore the good colonel’s honor rightly deserved & patriotically earned,
Dollars in legal fees, private investigators, own time, energy, truth to be learned,
Ha, no matter that our own government vehemently resists him at every turn,
Eagles on a highly decorated Marine’s lapel will not allow him to crash & burn.
This brother-friend of the hero is now in failing health but he does not care,
Amidst odds of high improbability he continues fighting from his wheelchair,
If only Cain had loved Able like that, there would not be cause for this write,
The purest form of brotherly love ignores their needs continuing to sacrifice.
Hard to imagine weapons-& drug-smuggling activities at a U.S. military base,
But not hard to imagine the calculated demise of a hero officer to save face,
Many glowing “fitness reports” even by general’s during his almost 30 years,
221 combat missions,15 Air Medals, Bronze Star with Combat “V” and no fear.
The biggest question, why in the hell would this proud father of two take his life?
Leave without rhyme, reason and comforting answers to Sally his loving wife,
James never turned down an assignment, Ooh-Rah Brave Colonel, Semper-Fi,
For the pride and decency of your country and morals, Sabow you had to die.
How many crooked hands high above yours were immersed in the illegal pie,
Could be alive today officer, “I know, I know, but Jim, it would only be one lie, ”
Say that again, “one lie is all it takes to destroy 29+ years of hard earned work, ”
“Yeah that’s true however, it was only you and your family who have been hurt.”
Personally, I’m surprised at the incompetence & excuses by the NCIS of the Navy,
Obviously they only do good police work with Mark Harmon @ 8 P.M. on my TV,
A battle only temporarily lost because the war of Armageddon will soon be done,
Besides, who has the right to question the Father why He called home His son.
Rest assured beyond are deepest thought the Creator has many, many reasons,
Some are here only to assist heaven's kingdom growth, in very limited seasons,
Although there is an abundance of earthly leaders we still only have 1 real King,
I heard God say, 'Colonel, it's just for you to pilot, My fastest bolt of lightning.'
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