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  237.     

Toy Soldier

A silver bayonette in one hand
A bottle of whiskey in the other
Bright round green eyes
Dark thick brow light mustache wise

Pompous and strutting in uniform delight
Marching to our own tune every night
Red pants black boots and gold buttons alight
Ready at a moments notice to stand and fight

He is a toy soldier and I am too
Looking out from his cast staring at you
He is not real and neither am I
We are both toys so ask not why

There is a crack in his armor plain as day
And cracked is mine too ask not how it got that way
Two toy soldiers marching off to war
Two toy soldiers fighting for a whore

Finally the end the end is come
We are both just deaf and dumb
Two toy soldiers two halves not whole
Both of us have lost our soul

To use the whiskey or the knife?
To bring an end to yours or an end to my life?

Beau Golden
 
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  238.     

A Soldiers Pain

The soldier sits bloodied in his cell,
Knowing if he tells the U.S. will go to hell.
As sweat and blood drip down his face,
He’s wishing for that better place.
His family lay home grieving in pain,
Watching and waiting that he might remain.
The door flies open a whip is shown,
As he lay on the wood block all he could do is moan.
His body brittle weak and scared,
His mind messed up, his hope impaired.
He got up the courage to fight the men,
His life turned around when he knew he could win.
Six years later he lay on death bed,
When a church decided soldiers were hated.
While our soldiers are in pain we sit and complain.
If our nation stands up in God’s name,
Our people’s support will heal our soldier’s pain.
 
Daniel Cowgill

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WOUNDED KNEE CREEK

Crazy Horse, War Chief of the Sioux Indians of the North American plains, was murdered by white soldiers on September 5th,1877. He was 35.


Soldiers from Fort Robinson came smiling
Pretending friendship to Crazy Horse
Offering the Sioux a lasting peace treaty
But only if the War Chief returned with them.

Trusting lies of those who never honoured any treaty
Crazy Horse rode unarmed into the fort
They barred the gates and held him by the arms
While private William Gentles bayoneted him twice.

Parents of Crazy Horse came to the fort
Took away the body of their warrior son
Secretly buried his majestic heart
At a place called Wounded Knee Creek.

American history records the Indian nations were finally defeated by white soldiers at a place called Wounded Knee Creek on December 29,1890. But it was a massacre. The Indians had surrendered. They were unarmed prisoners when the soldiers opened fire.300 men, women and children were killed.4 men, and 47 women and children survived.
 
Colin Ian Jeffery

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Soldier's Tree

They call this tree the Soldier's Tree
It honours one whose life blood was shed
A victim of the First World War
'Lest we forget our soldier dead'.

I read the plaque nailed to the tree
It stated his date of birth and name
A tree to honour his bravery
But to dead soldier what use fame? .

I see he was just seventeen
So young so very young to die
Those who sent him to fight in war
Must share blame for death of the boy.

Fighting more than half a World away
And at the end what was his gain?
Gunned down by one he'd never known
Hope death was quick without much pain.

How can one that you've never known
Ever become your enemy?
Those who send men to die in wars
Of guilt must not be made feel free.

I read the plaque on Soldier's Tree
On war memorial avenue
A lad who died at seventeen
Gunned down by one he never knew.
 
Francis Duggan

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