Amid the disruptions-
the unwanted shatterings-
the financial upheavals-
the uncertainties, and the tells of wars-
Daily at my worktable, I remind self-
I am a Soldier, coupled, plus-
Papa soldier I am-
My wife a soldier’s wife, wedded at company’s salute-
My son, born a soldier’s son, born in military hospitality-
The conglomerate media hydra-
The dramatists and the rating hunters –
dozing relentless coverage, of a soldier’s death-
pits my heart-
betwixt love of family, and love of nation-
The heart contend the degree
upholding the factors for nation’s pride-
“scrambles setting limitations to nation’s safety-
But I to limitations of nation’s safety limits my family’s safety-
I am strong! Yes, I am!
I proclaim, to the uncomfortable tables-
That, that which, is immoral, demoralizes soldiery
The televisions, radios and newspapers-
The quick, the relay pipes-
the mongers of soldier’s death-
Drumming the immoral-union of the upper soprano-
Carousing and caroling the state of frailty of the strong and proud.
Ignoramus, the name of the uninformed-
that the possibility of pain and death in soldiery-
chances the power, the strength and pride-
the victory of victors-
the pride of nationhood-
I am, a soldier, proud and strong! Yes, I am!
Time galloping, whistling the call to duty-
to readiness, the load is belted-
tagged, strong and proud-
I ate and swallowed, mind free from perturbation-
the Newscasters politics-
I worry not at the making of a soldier’s death “the News”
Yes; the making of a soldier’s death - “News”-
The demoralizing, of soldiery in the fields of battle-
The News, the indoctrination that dispirits, and defaces-
the civilians, the noble commoners, to anti soldiery-
The gullible for “News in Death”, -the Soldier’s Death-
The cryptic rats that ravage the obituary pages
Yet the News Channels heartily know,
that: ~ “The Limit to Nation’s safety,
is the limit of the News Channel’s safety;
I am strong!” Yes, I am!
From my office, I proclaim,
I am, a Soldier, proud and strong!
I am strong! And proud!
And finally, the expectation broke the anticipatory gland
The list called out, to the nobles, the spirits of the world,
and among the proud, the strong, I am enabled
A kiss to young wife packaged in a lasting smile,
a kiss to my baby son, with a barge of family’s honor
Worry not, be strong, be strong,
I will come back home to you,
See, son, among the strong and proud,
I, the nation’s hope; I, for the peace of the World
And to my inner self, I proclaim,
I am, a Soldier, proud and strong. I will!
To the field of battle,
to battle for my Country honor
battle for peace in this World
I am, proud and strong. I will! Yes, I will!
Retrenchment, visited at fifth-tear soldiery-
This centrist son, misses the pump
the battles highs and lows
that touched the battles won;
Draft over and therapy engendered,
Soldier’s nightmarish reminder
That the notch is made only on the scale of life
the war’s sorry-sight, rank to the low
The evidently incapacitated; the wounded lion sobs:
"these are not object for the scale
By nether soldiery, nor civilian hardness"
I am strong!
But my physical depletion
is conjuring despicable love,
As the lone wolf's shadow chases him,
he hounds his tail
Finding the moon circling, he bellows “I will…win”
I am, a Soldier, proud and strong; I will win!
Drinking the disability, pains and suffering
and choking on the eyes that roll out
~sympathy and despise, into nicety
even at my flashing pin-ups -the Hero's Shrine
My son, young and innocent,
his infectious rejoicing~ that, I still have.
My wife, young and beautiful,
~the pinnacle of frailty, that, I have lost
Lost to News Channels Daily Sermons
“Soldiers die”, "soldiers dying" , "soldier’s death" ;
Young and pretty, freckles, frail and feeble
Inundated, she had no extra heart capacity to stomach.
Fear drove her from TV
into sympathizer Blue-worker’s arm.
Finding no missing parts in the cubits of the interior
I play the NFL.
I am strong; yes, I am! Touch down,
the stump-leg kicks the extra point from my bed
Dating engages in serious drafting,
eliminating by degree of acceptance
Dancing the rumba- the strong and proud endures, I will!
to life of peace and newness; I; Yes, I will!
To my new job with disability
and new spouse that makes up the lacking,
and disability evoking pre-judgments,
heaves to common caricature
I proclaimed, I am, a Soldier, proud and strong.
The soldier I, I am a Veteran of Wars,
I warred for peace in this World. Yes, I did!
I drove a custom S.U.V. proclaiming~
a soldier I am, proud and strong;
I turned the corner of Dell and I-94,
and there, at the Beggar’s Post stood he
the languishing battle chubby-checker
In full attestation stood he, in proud regalia stood he,
proclaiming, I am a soldier strong and proud!
Homelessness the calamitous veteran’s fortune
He lives with fallen comrades
~the unlucky spirits in shades and darks
He lives in remembrance ~
of him carrying the Nation’s flag to battle
He lives in remembrance
~ the pride of Nation’s glory
Nightmarish is them all in tarter and worn beggar's vest
In the “Nowhere-Street” in the land of the Brave
The strong and the proud.
O! Comrade, O! Comrade I salute you; yes, I do!
With all the disabilities, pains and sufferings;
faces still speak out loud and clear
I am a soldier, a soldier for my Country, yes, I am!
I fought for the peace in this World. Yes, I did!
The mental sufferings,
lacking inspirational comrade-fellowship-
the high mortality; from sufferings, rejections,
the failure of society’s implant identity “soldier”
yielding societal denunciations,
the unspoken ban,
The embedded silent rejection;
The politically correct tossing of the head,
and or twisting the mouth
Is all present and situated in people-interaction
No complains no regret
just dealing with facts of post war soldier's life
In the Land of the Brave and the Strong.
Amid the indignation and forced inactivates,
I am proud and strong; A Soldier I, yes! I!
the proud, the strong, I make the difference, Yes I!
Chin-up, proud and strong, I salute the President,
I salute the Military;
I salute the America’s might; the difference; Yes! I do!
The soldier I, I am a Veteran of Wars,
I warred for the Peace in this World. Yes, I did!
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