In silence and confinement
resides his soul's merriment...
At eighteen years of age,
Defining all the adversities...
This is the roll call for the people who care.
Shout to be heard! I know you're out there...
I Can Only Imagine
Leaning against an old gnarled oak tree...
And to the pains of which it stains,
I pledge allegiance to the noose...
Off to war
With their heads held high...
Thank you friends, that are brave even more,
To help protect us, from this evil war...
Walking Wounded
Walking wounded...
Many battles America's fought,
many lessons we've been taught...
The dominators of western capitalist prostitution,
Rise tall and proud, staring at your tedious...
Green is their color
Proudly they wear it...
This isn't exactly a poem. It's something my...
A soldier does not ask why...