That all the world may hear it
As this tide.had reached the land.
Decorated, in Presidents, we love,
One common thread, one purpose,
As John McCain himself would love
In the cause of human service,
Tortured, beaten, and a stranger,
All the pain that he endured,
Ever strong, in such estrangement,
His care for brotherhood assured,
This Angel of war's broken wings,
Crashed and beaten, on the shores,
Captured, held though in a deadly sling,
Bravery, loyalty proved all the more,
Years had passed in Hells Hotel,
As others wined and dined their hours,
Primp and preen, buy and sell,
In their flashy golden Towers
Those who seek for egos sake,
As they play with plastic soldiers,
Justice, truth, as they forsake,
As.their.hearts grow ever colder,
What would they truly know?
Of such the truth .of battle?
Melt down all the plastic,
If held to wars unfriendly fire,
Useless, fake, and careless
Such cowards, and their tactics,
John McCain, a life forged In fire
In God's fierce and holy hold
This hero's love forever inspires
As he is that of burnished Gold
— M.C., Meriden
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