Freedom At What Cost? A Mommy Or Daddy's Lifely Lost! Poem by Michael Gale
Freedom At What Cost? A Mommy Or Daddy's Lifely Lost!
Upstairs in Heavenly surroundings reigns our God and his rightious son...
Both looking down at us all humans warring with each other, while at the same time being filled with disappointment and sorrowed disgust far from reality's remourseful and done.
Young hippy brood...
These days think our American President wrong and rude as crude.
Understanding is way below the lowest line...
Why must our troops have to die, is this the method divine?
No, no, and nay i say...
No more war is best spent years and a night or day.
We back our troops and our military men and women...
But-we don't have to happily do it for Hell's released hellions
unleashed in sin.
A lone tear drips ever so gently down a child's and mothers cheek...
Good men and women and daddys and moms have died by bullets and bombs, (these things not strong but sadly silent and meek) .
Where is that freedom but here to die? ....
A child crying in the wind and is forced to ask his mom real sadly why just why?
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5/8/2024 10:02:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'''As rude as crude''' And soiled as oil? Great stuff, Michael Jeffrey Gale & great timing too, as i just stopped in to visit for a few minutes & saw yir name come a shootin' out'ta th' New Poem tunnel! I posted a poem earlier today that i wrote last October, but misplaced til this past weekend....edited it some & shot it out.It's titled ''DEATH And The CUL DE SAC'''. Also revised an older poem''Rainpictures on Glass Canvass'''.Hey, good to see us both on line at the same time...It used to be a given, right? Frank