Our weary nation is so sick of war
In foreign places dubious of help
For people unattuned to ways of peace,
Ungrateful for our aid and sacrifice.
Political reactions countermand
The need to stay the course, to meet the wants
Of leaders with the backbone to succeed.
Instead they gut the budgets and withdraw.
Oh no! That's not the way it's meant to be!
Our legacy of freedom borne in blood
Must not be squandered, scattered to the wind,
Ignoring sacrifices of our dead.
The world remains a very dang'rous place,
And we should not relinquish diligence.
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Author Notes
The task is costly, arduous, and often unfullfilling. But the world is a dangerous place, and we must be able to meet the threats. World threats become our threats. We must not put our heads in the sand.
This poem is a Blank Verse Sonnet for the contest.
The picture is taken fron Yahoo Images
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