S.O.S. - Poem by william upton
I just heard the attorney for a terrorist
Call his client, 'the alleged shooter'.
This monster had just been killed in a police shootout
After he had brutally and randomly
Killed 14 people and wounded 21 others.
'The alleged shooter' indeed,
Caught completely redhanded-even seen on television.
AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.
I refuse to hear it anymore.
We simply do not have the stomach,
We've lost the guts
To call out evil for what it is,
To speak unequivocally, without wavering.
Unfortunately, we have 'lawyered' ourselves
Into a weak and wounded country.
Political correctness is threatening our safety.
We are losing our grip on the strength of America,
A strength that was built-and then handed off - to us
By the bravery and the blood of our fathers and forefathers,
And we have lost it by avoiding hurting peoples' feelings
And offending evildoers.
We have tolerated actions we never used to tolerate.
Our country has become a timid, overly sensitive little weakling.
We are now the ones getting sand kicked in our face.
There is a madness in this White House-
The dimension we have never experienced.
Humanity doesn't trust us right now,
Nor do they respect us.
It's as though the Marines lifted the flag over Iwo Jima
Only to have it taken down by this generation
Because it wasn't 'inclusive'.
Like it or not, we are at war,
And it doesn't seem like we're brave enough...
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