Be
Gentle with the Warrior
Let not the sands of
time erase our memory
Of those lost through
the darkness of others
Who following a false
belief
Plunge into the depths
of denial
At the acts committed
for their cause
Stand tall
Be counted
Raise the flag of
democracy
Love and light
Support the heroes
For when they return
Support is their need
for justification
Of the banner they
followed
Do not berate
For hearts speak louder
than drums
Beaten for the wrong
reason
When truth is followed
The path is straight
That others may follow
In the footsteps of the
enlightened
Be gentle with the
warrior
Who gave his life
Then and now
To the war machine
So that you might stand
With placard in hand
Fearing no repercussion
Ending in death
See not the faces of
the worn
By the flame in their
eyes
Still burning with the
belief in their nation
Do not extinguish it
With fraises of false
accusations
Those that fight need
no such politics
For they gave their all
for those they love
For a chance
To feel the wind of
freedom
On the faces of the
children
Who come after them
Knowing they gave what
others could not
And in the giving
Freed us all
Ann-Marie Spittle ©
2007
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If I Were
If I were a church
You would scream to the
rafters
Against the desecration
If I were a flag
You would stamp out
The flames that blazed
around it
If I were a man
You would fight for his
rights
Until he was heard
But I am a wall
That carries the names
of the fallen
From a war that
embarrasses the learned
That humanity could
sink so far
But I must be seen, and
heard, and respected
For without our
darkness
The light is merely a
shining orb
That lights the sky
Or an electrical device
that allows us to see
The fools we are to
late
For it is not the right
against the wrong
But hate against love
In this world of
troubled souls
We need to fight
Ann-Marie Spittle ©
2007
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