Sincerely, Old Glory Poem by Donna MarieS

Sincerely, Old Glory

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Glory's beauty will reveal
What dark defeat tries to conceal
On beaten soil and fractured land
She prunes and toils with weathered hands

She shields the helpless and the weak
And cleans the wounds that demons wreak
She'll build a fortress strong and tall
Yet cover those whose bodies fall

She feeds the hungry, young and old
And reaches out sore arms to hold
A soldier's bloodied head at last
A final touch, a life now passed

Her efforts may appear in vain
Too much work and little gain
They shout to her, 'Give up and go! '
She answers them, 'There's more to know'

What you ignore and cannot see
Is hidden in our history
We reap the goods we don't deserve
Because our fathers chose to serve

For freedom's sake, they bore their arms
Protecting me from others' harm
With wounds that took them to their graves
It was my life they died to save

I cannot pay the debt I owe
To those, whose gifts, I now bestow
On nations born in freedom's name
On foreign grounds I stake my claim

Their sacrifice is mine to bear
Their victory is ours to share
You sweetly savor that which cost
You nothing but for which I lost

A warrior who pledged his life
To save you from your worldly strife
He did not even know you when
He answered my call to defend

Purple mountains, fields of green
Oh what beauty mine eyes have seen
You stand where soldiers lay at rest
And shout your hatred and detest

But you don't know from whence you came
Or you would then retreat in shame
You hypocrites, your selfish pride
Is just why my friends fought and died

They gave so you could then receive
But you can't see for which I grieve
I mourn their valor, lost on you
Who revel in the hate you spew

But judgment is not mine to give
I cannot tell you how to live
Or give you peaceful words to say
Or air to breathe for one more day

But lest you think you've silenced me
And tasted phony victory
The voices of the strong and true
Still shout and will demolish you

So don't you dare tell me to leave
I care not much what you believe
For I was born of a patriots fury
Don't you forget, my name is Glory!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fathers,freedom,soldier,wounds
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ryson Dsouza 23 February 2016

A wonderful tribute... dedication I cannot pay the debt I owe To those, whose gifts, I now bestow On nations born in freedom's name On foreign grounds I stake my claim, , , , very well verse... Thanks for sharing..you have earned 10

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