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Poems by Anne-Marie Spittle

There are many excellent poems by Ann-Marie in other sections on this website.

These new ones are in a different vein.


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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