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(little boy soldiers)
Proud little boys dressed in tiny big-boy uniforms;
just another version of Cowboys and Indians.
I remember the war … another place another time.
The oldest noble profession is a young man’s job.
But these skills last forever … rusted trophies of a misspent youth.
Where does this power come from?
Even now the love of that idea burns in me;
and those five simple words can drop me to my knees.
Oh say can you see … and my eyes … they know;
as oceans burst forth in a welling fountain.
No one loves peace more than a true soldier
for they know too well the alternative.
A country is not its government … it’s the people;
but even that is not enough to ignite the patriot love.
It’s an idea … a look in a father’s eyes … a straightening
of grandfather’s back as the parade marches by.
No sound is louder than the rustling wind through a flag …
whispering voices lost long ago.
We stand vigilant and face the demons of the darkness …
to proud to fear … or cry.
There be dragons out there … but worry not fair maiden.
Heroism is just stupidity … with a cause;
brilliantly blind bluster of youthful ignorance;
derived from love and distilled from honor.
Each oak cask aged from the past and armored in the knight.
The tracks of my love leak stains of salt
in a sea swollen with tears.
I would spill my blood for you America
and yet I still do not know who you are.
If you call, I will stand.
For in my chest is the beat of a billion hearts;
and in my ears are the cries of a trillion voices …
hushed by a single sigh.
But in my head is a solitary proud thought of clarity.
I am a patriot and this country is the home of my liberty.
Freedom shall not fall on my watch.
Lucian
