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Ode To a Vet
By Mord
The troops go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah
The troops hold tight to endless guns hurrah, hurrah
The troops keep marching what a shame
The little one takes a shot in the brain
And the troops keep falling
down
all around
leaving bloody stains
The bombs keep falling two by two hurrah, hurrah
The tomahawks fly it's nothing new hurrah, hurrah
Explosions coming day or night
The middle one's dead without a fight
And the troops keep marching
down
all around
due to metal rain
The boys are drafted three by three hurrah, hurrah
Our children are drafted because they're free hurrah, hurrah
Owned soldiers are coming home in black
New wars will never bring them back
And the troops keep falling
down
all around
reigning primeval pain.
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© 2006 Mord
Published on Tuesday, October 17, 2006.
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On Thursday, November 24, 2011, TyrantAvDetForbannet
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wrote:
great poem for the day.
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A former member wrote:
this was amazing even with the spelling errors. I loved it
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On Thursday, October 19, 2006, Mord
(35) wrote:
Thanks for caring Sharon, I appreciate it.
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A former member wrote:
Twas clever. I almost never nitpick on spelling, but I hate to see something nice get ignored because of the errors, so:
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A former member wrote:
2nd stanza: 'hurray' should be 'hurrah', 'comming' should be 'coming', 'ones' should be 'one's', 'with out' should be 'without'. 3rd stanza: 'their' should be 'they're', 'comming' should be 'coming', and 'riegning' should be 'reigning'. :)
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