Poetry From Readers - A
Tribute to Veterans
The Cry From the Dust
The Mighty Eagle
The greatest of them all,
Once Soared high above the rest,
Unyielding to the arrows,
Shot into her breast,
Staggering and bleeding,
The searing pain now deadened,
While infection takes hold,
This beautiful bird now hobbles,
Her serious wounds life threatening,
Those that sought her death,
Whose hands are enemies of peace,
The demands of justice seek the identities,
Of those who injured her most severely,
After a search turned up naught,
To find her strongest enemy,
Evilís cunning stealth finds reward,
Not from enemies afar,
But from the protection of her wing,
A closer look at her wounds,
Reveals the swift invasions of maggots,
Bringing the worst of diseases,
Concocted by shrewd men,
Who have called her wounds their home,
Demanding loyalty and protection,
From her soulís reputation so noble,
They nourish themselves off her bleeding wounds,
Saying this has always been her way,
That she has always embraced the ideals of all,
To welcome and protect all in her wings of freedom,
Even maggots, disease and pestilance,
All maggots may demand equal treatment,
And the leaches acting as her physicians,
Seek to give her treatment,
By sucking out the goodness and life,
Many teach the bird will be strengthened,
While there is a profit yet to be made,
By selling the feathers that make her fly,
Her greatness starts to succumb,
Many claim the kinship and inheritance,
Of her patriot heritage,
Her image now tattered,
They set her beautiful colors to flame,
Those she has worn so proudly,
The guardians of truth long ago abandoned for hire,
Replaced with wasps eager to sting,
Her wounds now countless,
The inhabitants new guardians,
Now lead an attack on her whole being,
Far off vultures begin to circle,
Her vital organs now infected,
Where is the patriotism,
Where is the aid,
All tables are full of vomit,
Now left to the mercies of God,
She needs a miracle,
Can she still be administered to,
Can her wounds be cleansed,
How strong is the spirit of the patriot?
From the Dust Shall They
From the dust comes a cry,
From the dust comes a sound,
Why did innocents have to die
Cries the voice, wanting to be found
The cry is the spirit of the patriot
No foe's resolve is greater
Valiant for America
This spirit lives forever
The cry of the spirits of our ancestors,
The patriots know their voice
When our flag was sacred
Our liberties were choice.
The price for their vision of paradise,
The lives of these men most valiant,
For their nation the highest sacrifice,
With God their reward shines radiant.
And they shall cry from the dust,
They cry unto the Lord for justice,
Hoping we will redeem their trust
And assert those liberties bounteous
Like wildfire the message spreads
Across the land is carried
The spirit of the patriot sings
From graves where they are buried
A call rolls forward across the land,
Now is the time the patriot awakes
A call for the patriots to step forward and stand
With our return to God, the enemy quakes
The patriots heed the call to arms
that call roars through the land
Our ancestors voices beckon them
Their choice blood still in our sand
His veins run blue, his wounds bleed red,
towards America a clean white conscience,
A patriots spirit is never dead,
likewise his oath of allegiance.
Within the giant is a powerful force
citizens well regulated
his slumber over, our patriot roars,
the evil is ill fated
Many heed the call; the spirit inspires,
Its voice sings through the land
enveloping us like wildfire,
striking fear in the secret band
A military of enormous size,
It's urgent need unplanned,
yet valiantly will it organize
to defeat the evil band
Its strength depends on not one man,
we're unified for a nation,
led by an immortal document,
our beloved constitution
A patriot lives by our nation's rules,
fierce when provoked to defend,
Yet mindful of our principles,
only the true enemy will he rend
Protect the innocent where you trod
we ask the patriots far and near
Our noble forces both home and abroad
unite to their duty clear
The evil wants silence, it is too late,
They'll have no harbor in our country,
who better to defend us, to trust our fate?
our flesh and blood well-armed yankee!
We despair in those times that the evil seems strong,
We yearn for a peace that comes later,
With a return to God we canít go wrong,
For the power of the Lord is the greater.
And they echo from the ground these cries,
The Lord will not always continue to suffer,
To hear from those who have paid the price,
And as the Lord liveth, he will remember.*
That divinely inspired document,
Which guarantees our protection,
To honorable men it was sent,
For to live under God in this Nation.
Defining the values of America,
Words built on a foundation of stone
Causing so many to come here.
Among all rulers it stands alone.
Its strength depends on not one man,
We're unified for a nation,
We follow this immortal document,
Our beloved constitution.
We honor those words divinely inspired,
The cornerstone of our nation,
The vision our founding fathers sired,
Long live our constitution!
The President's Speech
What are the words of patriotism?
How can it be expressed,
Promoting liberty and freedom,
A patriot knows it best.
We hear the words of our president,
The speech addressing our grief,
We are vulnerable at the moment,
yet his words provide relief.
Great harms have been done to us,
We have suffered great loss",**
Weíll pursue the Lordís justice,
Beyond this, we will not cross.
Even grief recedes with time and grace",
Aided by a light thatís greater,
Memories of a voice or face",
In our hearts theyíre carried forever".
Some wonder of our future,
Will it be darkness and fear",
A country awakened to danger",
Need cling to liberties dear.
May the Lord grant us wisdom,
To one nation under God,
Never forget those words of freedom,
And our heroes weíll always laud.
"The state of our union... it is strong"
The dreams of the patriots will live on
the course is not known, yet its outcome is certain"
against the forces of unreason
This will be an age of liberty",
Here and across the world,
A heritage preserved that makes us free,
And keeps our flag unfurled.
The advance of human freedom,
great achievement of our time",
As in victories past, and those to come,
Hold on, dear freedom sublime!
In finding our mission of the moment,
Assured of the rightness of our cause",
We honor that most precious document,
which guarantees our rights, in laws.
These cries from the dust,
oh how they echo,
From patriot spirits with motives pure,
Brave when oppressed by freedom's foe
At great cost they did endure.
To find the truth, one shall not
embrace it whole and nothing less,
He that builds upon the rock
receives the truth with gladness.
"Let us cast off the works of
Let us put on the armour of light",***
Time to stand tall for America
Time for true Americans to do right.
* A few scripture phrases were incorporated (See Book of Ether)
**Quotations in poem "The President's Speech" are directly
attributable to actual comments from speech.