Meriden poet: Remembering the spirit,  The life of a mere man.

Meriden poet: Remembering the spirit,  The life of a mere man.



 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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