I Didn'T Live For Over Two Hundred Years To Die In Your Arms Poem by Ted Sheridan
I Didn'T Live For Over Two Hundred Years To Die In Your Arms
I am nearing the end of my life cycle
each day the Rigor Mortis seeps in deeper
from my loss of spine and conviction to my principles....
I have become a coward...afraid to move
and am therefore paralyzed by my lack of will
I was once a soldier...an enemy of evil
but that was long ago....
before being corrupted by socialist and vague civil liberties
I became bigoted against my forefathers....
Men and women who had bravely fought the evils of tyrants
and under God founded the United States Of America
Alas...the horror of war...combined with the shame of being powerful...
is killing me
May God have mercy on my soul....
(2007)
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4/24/2024 8:34:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As you now well know Ted, I'm a great respecter of what the original America stood for, and I too am sorry to see slippage across a range of areas. But I have faith that the American people might find within themselves yet, in time, enough of the fine qualities of the Founding Fathers to dig their country out of its current state. We might not be talking about exactly the same things - though we are on a range of issues - but we're coming from the same place. A return to those democratic basics/individual rights would be a good place to start. A few nails knocked into the old tree would help! An interesting poem Ted, with an impressive metaphor that makes the situation you describe very clear. Fine writing from a heart that cares. Best, jim