White and puffy at both ends
Those will be our nation's eyes...
When the guns fall silent
when the last shots fired...
As so many want to fall and taste the end,
Instead of rising and uplift to knight the light...
A YOUNG COLONIAL BOY
I can still remember that damp, chilly Virginia...
I love my country dearly,
I celebrate it yearly...
I am a soldier
Though I do not kill...
Well they waved their flags when Thatcher died
and they laid her in the ground...
We the people of the United States,
People screaming "Gay pride, Gay pride!"...
I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...
Remember, Remember
Half Past September...
Every time I put on this uniform I can't help but...
Service Not Self
Flickering flames, that break the dark...