Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Have You By Chance Spied From Far The Weeping Lady of Kinshasa Each Time I Pass Her By The Inside of Me Cry
Her Pains And Sorrows In Anguish Bared Anger Engendered, Bolder, Closer, I Stare Yes, I Am Overwhelmed And Enthralled Visions of Indelible Horrors Endured
Constant Sentinel At Court Houses As If To Vent Relentless Grouses But Courts of Lords Have No Answers A Nation Wrecked By War-Mongers
Her Vigil Reminding One And All Her Years of Suffering Without A Cure You Ask For Whom She Weeps You, Me, A Whole Nation of Congolese
The Weeping Lady of Kinshasa Her Beautiful Face Tears Assailed She Bows Her Head In Shame And Hide Sobbing She Cannot Tame
Mother Congo She Has Waited Long So Much She Treasures Has Long Gone Her Remaining Children She Holds Dear Never Again Shall They Live In Fear
Like Meandering Great River Congo Around The Next Bend Is Pot of Gold Like The Phoenix She Shall Rise Again No More of Failures, Apportioning Blame
When Deeds Are Done And Calm Returned Let There Be Built A New Monument A Joyous Lady Leading By The Hands Smiling Children To A Future Land
But Let Weeping Lady Remain Standing Side By Side With Joyous Lady - Bonding One Reminding of Era Dark And Forbidding The Other A Future Bright And Promising
Yo, She Kept Her Faith In Her People On Course She Stayed Their Keeper Generations Down They Shall Drum She Symbolizes Our Struggle, Our Triumph Don Too (I-1298)
