If Fred Tompson Runs…

I am still not convinced that Fred Thompson will be running for President, but lets assume, for a second, that he does enter the race. According to some, the day he made his campaign official would be the last day he had any high standing. This morning, FOX News was doing an interview with a member of www.2008horserace.com who had Fred Thompson up in the 2008 GOP ranking, but said that he would drop to a lower position as soon as he announced, and, when you really look at it, it makes sense.

Think, the biggest driving factor behind Fred Thompson’s standing right now is how often his name is brought up in the media. Most polls contain his name, and he is included in almost every report on the election. In a way, the media is buying a dog without planning to care for it. the speculation and talk surrounding Thompson may well provoke him into running, but the moment he does, the media is going to loose interest. You can bet that the moment Thompson runs, the liberal media is going to dig up every piece of dirt the can, and they are not going to show him any favoritism. Thompson has been surrounded by an incredible amount of positive media, compared to Giuliani, McCain, and Romney. It will be interesting to see if the media will stick by their own invention if, or when, he jumps into the race.

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  1. GARY (in Texas)

    If Fred Thompson takes a position against the proposed immigration bill, he will be nominate, and will win the 2008 election. Thompson will win in a landside.

    The politicans should listen to the electorate and not to the immigration lawyers, labor unions, the Mexican Government, etc.

    What part of ILLEGAL do they not understand?

    The reward for breaking US law should not be Social Security benefits, welfare, government assistance, etc.

  2. Sorry, but Romney has already come out against the bill – and Fred Thompson as made statements in support of this kind of bill. Even if Thompson does run, Romney still has more experience, and would likely win the nomination.

  3. American politics crack me up – is it just a Brit point fo view to think they are all corrupt?

  4. frofeak

    RB,
    Yeah, maybe it is. Is UK politics any different? Besides, just to name one (of many) could you indicate what about Mitt Romney shows that he is corrupt?

  5. tommyd4

    Matt, taking advice from jason bonham? This and the abortion is old and keep on bringing it up. I really don’t care, and most Thompson supporters don’t care because he said that he has always supported overturning Roe v Wade. You Romney supporters should worry about your own candidate. Granted, some on Redstate or freerepublic who support abortion can be harsh, but if you read Thompson blogs, the overwhelming majority of them don’t focus on Romney, Rudy, or McCain. Worry about Mitt getting shortchanged on that cheap question tonight. Worry about your guy and what he’s doing right, not about what others are doing wrong, and Romney might be attractive to some of us in the blogs, if Thompson fails.

    Also, Thompson just opened donations 10 minutes ago.

  6. tommyd4

    “Granted, some on Redstate or freerepublic who support abortion”

    misspoke. I meant some on Redstate and FR who support Thompson

  7. jrcutler

    Tommy,
    I hope that I can understand your love of Fred Thompson come debate time. I’m not seeing it yet.

  8. Senator Fred Thompson
    “Soldier For The Lord”

    He chose his opportunities
    To become strong, not weak,
    By pulling up his boot straps
    He acquires the dreams we seek.

    His personal goals of well being,
    Will never stand in the way
    Of doing his public duty,
    No matter what others may say.

    His devotion shall prove contagious
    It’s the brilliance of his kind.
    What you find within him
    Is great character of mind.

    With faith and courage, he must live
    For his life to be complete.
    With good morals and family life
    He’ll triumph, even in defeat.

    He was raised to participate
    Within his community,
    With his fellow men and women,
    He’ll enrich life and liberty.

    By Tom Zart

  9. “Politics And War Are Two Sides oF The Same Coin”

    Can Fred handel the heat?

    AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY

    Goodness must overrule absolute evil
    Though there’s nothing worse than war.
    Sometimes we have no alternative option
    Except to kill or be killed as before.

    The best of plans can go amiss
    With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
    As generals plot their path toward victory
    It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

    It’s not how strong or athletic you are
    That decides who is blessed to return.
    Those who survive are a product of luck,
    And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

    War seems to peel the veneer off society
    Exposing our villain within.
    A crazy obsession to rule over others
    By death, destruction and sin.

    The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
    Robbing man from intended glory.
    The hinge of history swings in all directions
    As the madness of war tells its story.

    By Tom Zart

  10. POLITICIANS

    Most of the time as a politician stands up,
    Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
    Promising anything and everything to anyone,
    While posing to the public, to be on common ground.

    The higher the office the greater the corruption,
    As candidates compete for those dead presidents of green.
    While we’re taxed to death to fund their pork
    Our cost for everything has become obscene.

    Thank God there are some better than most,
    Not squeaky clean, but more honest than others.
    Regardless of party, they deserve our vote,
    For they share our thoughts like sisters and brothers.

    Politicians who wish to be revered by history,
    Must earn their fame by living the truth.
    Any who continue to mislead and deceive,
    Must be shunned by the voter at the booth.

    By Tom Zart

  11. FELLOW AMERICANS

    Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought
    Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
    Will we protect our freedom and system of life
    As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?

    Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
    Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
    Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
    By leaders who are self-serving and void?

    Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
    Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
    Will we preserve our heritage and our future
    From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
    Never surrender our freedom of choice
    Standing firm for what we believe and trust .

    SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

    Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
    To defend our way of life.
    Some are students, some grandparents,
    Many a husband or wife.

    They face great odds without complaint
    Gambling life and limb for little pay.
    So far away from all they love
    Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

    The plotters and planners of America’s doom
    pledge to murder and maim all they can.
    From early childhood they are taught
    To kill is to become a man.

    They exploit their young as weapons of choice
    Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
    Destroying lives along with their own
    To learn of their falsehoods too late.

    The fearful cry we must submit.
    And find a way to soothe them.
    Where defenders worry if we stand down
    The future for America is grim.

    Now’s not the time to fight one another
    Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
    All through history it remains the same
    The strong enslave the weak.

    May God continue to bless America
    Refusing evil, the upper hand.
    It’s up to us to stay resolute
    Defending the liberty of Man.

    By Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

  12. HEAVEN’S HEROES

    Winning souls tend to change everything,
    Including who and what we are.
    When our darkness within transforms to light
    And our eyes have the luster of a star.

    We must always pray for the lost among us
    Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
    So they may know their own repentance
    Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

    All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
    From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
    They do what they do with deliverance of heart
    Defeating the dark side of life and more.

    Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
    To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
    Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
    Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

    David the shepherd, a boy among men
    Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
    Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
    Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

    Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
    To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
    Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
    And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

    Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
    When it is my time to escape my woes.
    I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
    As we celebrate the journey we chose.

    By Tom Zart
    Soldier For The Lord

  13. NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA

    America, the abundant, the place I was born
    I’ll cherish till the day I die.
    Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
    Who loved her the same as I.

    Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
    With prairies where the green grasses grow.
    There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
    With creatures that flourish below.

    That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
    As raindrops or crystallized snow;
    Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
    While the winds of our seasons blow.

    There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
    Racing on ribbons of steel
    With the harvest of farms and from the factories
    Balanced in a box on a wheel.

    Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall,
    Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
    A statue in a harbor, a present from France,
    Describes how, inside, we feel.

    That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
    Proves America’s dreams come true.
    A country of heroes who line up to protect
    The past, the present and the few.

    We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
    Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
    Safeguarding our borders and system of life
    As our forefathers sacrificed before.

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the brave, faithful and just.
    Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
    Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

    By Tom Zart

  14. The White House
    Washington
    March 16, 2007
    Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
    President and Chief Executive Officer
    Passionate Internet Voices Radio
    Ann Arbor Michigan

    Dear Lillian:

    Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

    Best Wishes.

    Sincerely,

    George W. Bush

    Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s

    UNYIELDING HONOR WORLD WAR III

    Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
    Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
    All we love can be destroyed and transformed
    By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

    When something wicked stares us in the face
    To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.
    God gives us courage to defend what’s right
    No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

    Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
    And silence the memory of God’s law.
    It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding
    Defending the liberty and justice of all.

    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul
    All that we stand for is gone.

    GOD LOVES HIS SOLDIERS

    Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right
    Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.
    Some of us are willing regardless of loss
    To commit our soul to save the cross.

    Evil prospers on greed and human hate
    Always eager to destroy and defecate.
    God’s grace descends on the souls of man
    Cleansing the impure wherever He can.

    As long as man has struggled on earth
    Life has had its troubles from birth.
    God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise
    Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise.

    The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday
    Just how numerous, only He could say.
    God loves his soldiers who line up to serve
    By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

    NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA

    America, the abundant, the place I was born
    I’ll cherish till the day I die.
    Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
    Who loved her the same as I.

    Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
    With prairies where the green grasses grow.
    There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
    With creatures that flourish below.

    That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
    As raindrops or crystallized snow;
    Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
    While the winds of our seasons blow.

    There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
    Racing on ribbons of steel
    With the harvest of farms and from the factories
    Balanced in a box on a wheel.

    Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
    Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
    A statue in a harbor, a present from France
    Describes how, inside, we feel.

    That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
    Proves America’s dreams come true.
    A country of heroes who line up to protect
    The past, the present and the few.

    We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
    Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
    Safeguarding our borders and system of life
    As our forefathers sacrificed before.

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the brave, faithful and just.
    Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
    Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

    INTO THE TEETH of THE DOG

    All through history man was born to struggle
    Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.
    Since his conception he has remained the same
    Choosing to serve evil or good as before.

    Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog
    In hot spots all over our earth.
    They leave their families and all they love
    To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.

    The foes they face are the mad dogs of man
    With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
    They sing and dance to the death of others
    Teaching principles of hate till the grave.

    Support our troops who battle the horde
    While we live the good life back home.
    When you see a soldier show them your smile
    Say “hello we love you and your not alone.”

    THE MAD DOGS OF MAN

    Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man
    There is corruption, plunder and hate.
    In every city, town, or village
    Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

    All are born as an innocent child
    Till mislead by others along the way.
    God has always loved his children
    Though it breaks His heart when they stray.

    The mad dogs of man never repent
    For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
    Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
    Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.

    God gives the will to sin no more
    And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.
    The mad dogs of man must be stopped
    Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.

    Samson, Solomon, and David
    Were chosen by God to stand tall.
    They faced great odds and the fear of death
    Refusing to ignore their call.

    The time has come for the good men of earth
    To band together to restrain the horde.
    Standing firm against tyranny where it exists
    Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.

    WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST

    Wars are waged by older men
    In battle rooms in countries apart.
    Who call for greater firepower
    And troops for the combat chart.

    While out among the shattered flesh
    The dreams of all have turned gray.
    So young and determined their faces were
    Till on the battlefield they lay.

    Unable to overcome their pride
    The politicians cast their vote.
    For this or that or something else
    As the rage of war sounds its note.

    Wherever wars are won or lost
    The soldiers fall like toys.
    Down through history it remains the same
    Most who die are hardly more than boys.

    Like monkeys in a revolving cage
    Man squabbles for the peanuts of power.
    When will we rise above our greed
    And become as a beautiful flower?

    Death to death, dust to dust
    The wrath of war is a horrible crime.
    It’s the beast within that still prevails
    As it has through the torments of time.

    WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

    As war is fought it takes charge
    And events spin out of control.
    The madness of men can alter the soil
    Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

    Many things will forever change
    Far more then wished to be.
    As the wrath of war starts to destroy
    Those things we fight to keep free.

    War is the greatest plague of man
    Religion, state, and sanity.
    Any scourge is more preferred
    Than the one which disables humanity.

    When war breaks out, boundaries change
    And all who die are a token
    Of the rage that must run it’s course
    Before words of peace are spoken.

    War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
    But war itself with its ugly face.
    When we lose faith in the brave, which die
    Then we’re not fit to greet those who cry.

    What distinguishes war isn’t death
    But that man is slain by fellow man.
    Crushed by cruelty and injustice
    With his enemy’s murderous hand.

    War tends to punish the punishers
    So the losers won’t suffer alone.
    The essence of war is but violence
    Till the survivors come marching home.

    Sometimes it’s hard to defend what’s right
    Sometimes we’re forced to rise up and fight.
    Sometimes we survive, while others must die
    Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

    The rush of combat is a natural buzz
    Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
    Hunting one another like wild game
    Without a shortage of those to blame.

    Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
    Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
    Sometimes God is asked to intervene
    To help stop the savage from being so mean.

    War is a hell we visit before death
    Fueled by the whisper of the devil’s breath.
    There must be a reason man destroys man
    But why it is so, I can’t understand.

    SEPTEMBER 11th

    After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
    America now mourns to her very core.
    Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
    From the sound of America waging full war.

    Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
    That the devil has decided to give us a call.
    We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out
    And if we die; that’s what freedom is about.

    We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
    Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
    They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
    By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.

    SATAN’S HORDE SHALL BE REMOVED

    Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders
    Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
    Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
    Survive by their falsehoods at play.

    Bible believers preach, that the end is near
    Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
    God will eradicate all which is wicked
    By His fire of eruption and storm.

    To evil’s victory, I will never concede
    May its supporters anguish in hell.
    By the grace of God and the power of faith
    The goodness of man will prevail.

    What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
    As patriots respond to the threats of man.
    Protect and defend what we love till death
    As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.

    SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

    Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
    To defend our way of life.
    Some are students, some grandparents
    Many a husband or wife.

    They face great odds without complaint
    Gambling life and limb for little pay.
    So far away from all they love
    Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

    The plotters and planners of America’s doom
    Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
    From early childhood they are taught
    To kill is to become a man.

    They exploit their young as weapons of choice
    Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
    Destroying lives along with their own
    To learn of their falsehoods too late.

    The fearful cry we must submit
    And find a way to soothe them.
    Where defenders worry if we stand down
    The future for America is grim.

    Now’s not the time to fight one another
    Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
    All through history it remains the same
    The strong enslave the weak.

    May God continue to bless America
    Refusing evil, the upper hand.
    It’s up to us to stay resolute
    Defending the liberty of Man.

    SO DEAR TO MY HEART

    So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
    As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.
    Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption
    Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction

    For family, comrades, and myself I pray
    To my love with this poem I wish to convey.
    I knew I loved you though never how much
    Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch.

    Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death
    With the taste of fear on every breath.
    Who shall prevail, who shall die
    As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky.

    Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell
    Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well.
    I count each day till it’s time to come home
    And be with my love and never alone.

    Love You
    Your Marine

    FREEDOM

    In their new uniforms
    The young march off
    Not knowing who shall return.
    With a proud devotion
    They brandish their flag
    Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

    May we all be buried
    By all of our children
    Is an ancient tribal prayer.
    They’re so easy to lose
    But so hard to forget
    Such a burden for a parent to bear.

    Oh, the taste of victory
    Shall soon be forgotten
    But, never that which was lost.
    For those rows of white headstones
    In peaceful green fields
    Make it easy to tally the cost.

    America has survived all attempts to destroy
    Knowing the cruelty of war
    And, we who remain
    Must help keep her free
    For those who can march no more!

    OUR FLAG

    Our flag is fabric wove of thread
    Carried by heroes live and dead.
    She stands for justice and courage too
    With her colors; red, white and blue.

    For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers
    For any who die, there’ll be tears.
    For all who love her, life is swell
    For those who harm her, war is hell.

    How many moms have cried before
    As they sent their children to war.
    How many dads have not returned
    Because our freedom must be earned.

    Wars were waged where brave men died
    As patriots fought side by side.
    Our flag is still the pearl of earth
    Because of those who prove her worth.

    LOVE OF COUNTRY

    I dedicate this poem from inside my tent
    As the desert winds keep it’s silhouette bent.
    My love of country is at full boil now
    I’d like to describe it but it’s hard to know how.

    Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death
    Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.
    I don’t care if it’s another God they serve
    For their crime’s retribution is what they deserve.

    Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
    Though soon they’ll learn the fate of murderous fools.
    Proudly I serve my homeland and president
    Who I’ve sworn to defend one hundred percent.

    While haunted by visions of what I must do
    I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue.

    VETERAN’S DAY

    The cost of freedom is sometimes high
    Extremely more when our loved one’s die.
    Men and women pledged to fight and serve
    And it’s our support that they deserve.

    Mankind itself is the one to blame
    That all through history, the story’s the same.
    Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire
    Subject always to enemy fire.

    Some how the righteous tend to prevail
    Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.
    No wonder we fear the tongues that lie
    As mankind squabbles beneath God’s sky.

    The danger our solders face is real
    So lets let them know just how we feel.
    Put forth your flag and show them your heart
    As those we love from us depart.

    THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD

    Determined though scared, I walk my beat
    On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
    Searching for any who plot our harm
    Or by our death are joyous and glad.

    Standing in shadows caused by the moon
    I’m reminded of my nights back home.
    I wonder if the woman I love
    Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

    I feel remorse for all who live here
    For this place is a madman’s hell.
    And those who wish to keep it that way
    Must be killed or locked away in jail.

    My greatest fear is not my death
    But that I’ll end up in a wheelchair.
    Disabled for the rest of my life,
    Depending on others for my care.

    My wife, she prays for my safe return
    As night and day more GI’s are killed.
    She knows quite well, whatever it takes
    The oath I’ve given will be fulfilled.

    SADDAM

    The king of Baghdad has fallen
    Never to dictate again.
    Man shall sentence him for this crimes
    And heaven shun him for his sin.

    For his tyranny, he was famous
    In every capital on earth.
    Till apprehended in his spider hole
    Completely stripped of his worth.

    He is guilty of rape and genocide
    While he ruled without remorse.
    His power and prestige were toppled
    Once George Bush set his course.

    Though it may seem that the wicked triumph
    And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
    Through the power of faith they are defeated
    By the seed of goodness in man.

    FORMIDABLE FOE

    America is the birthday cake of earth
    As the ants march from every direction.
    Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her
    Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

    Since the first day George Washington marched off to war
    There have been those who have wished our demise.
    Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed
    Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

    Once again, we must face a formidable foe
    Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
    Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill
    As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

    Some say we should try to appease them
    For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more.
    But the David’s among us shall cast our stones
    Defeating them, as it was done before.

    SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Remember I love you.
    Looking down from up above
    Seeing everything you do.

    If I become a casualty
    I pray you will love again
    Whom ever makes you happy
    I’ll consider my friend.

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Remind our boys, God loves all who care.
    And when life seems too harsh and cruel
    With “Him” they must share their prayer.

    I have proven I’m not a coward
    Who breaks and runs to survive.
    Always fearing death will kiss me
    As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Be proud I choose to serve.
    Our faith and our patriotism
    Earn the freedom we deserve.

    I miss home more than ever
    It breaks my heart to stay away
    I can’t help but want to hold you
    And whisper what I say.

    AMERICAN SOLDIER

    Our soldiers line up to be remembered
    As the best of the best at their job.
    They wish to be needed and depended on
    To save all we love from the mob.

    They risk their life and limb for liberty
    Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
    To be part of something greater than themselves
    They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.

    THANK HEAVEN FOR HEROES

    Thank heaven for the heroes of life
    Who lead us to overcome those who are not.
    The wise are grateful for all God’s blessings
    Where fools never realize what they’ve got.

    America is the grain train of earth
    Whose people exercise rule by their vote.
    All have a chance to partake and prosper
    As they arrive by foot, plane or boat.

    Our freedom relies on the law of the land
    Our future depends on our grit.
    Our past has known both good and bad
    And our mistakes we are willing to admit.

    The grim of heart hate America
    And choose to put her wonders to shame
    The devotion of most who love and live here
    Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame.

    THE LONELINESS OF WAR

    I know I’m still here so far, far away
    As I fight for what I believe is right.
    I wonder about you and your mom
    Every moment of every day and night.

    The loneliness of war can drive you insane
    If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
    Left, right, behind and ahead,
    Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

    We pray to God that we will be saved
    To return home or live the here after.
    Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday
    As we yearn for those times of laughter.

    The far off stare of a fallen comrade
    As you stay by his side till his end.
    No mother ever carried her infant child
    More carefully, than we do a friend.

    Many have their own personal diaries
    To help keep their faculties together.
    Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
    Always makes home seem far away and better.

    I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
    So try not to worry too much about me.
    Just help your mom and stand up from the ground
    And while I’m gone be all you can be.

    SACRIFICE,TRANSFORMATION,AND UNRESTRICTED WARFARE

    The Japanese hadn’t lost a war since 1598
    Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
    (twice as many as an American infantryman)
    With five days rations and fearless determination.

    The men in the badly wrapped brown uniforms
    Since their early childhood had been taught
    That to die for the emperor and one’s country
    Was the greatest of all glories to be sought.

    Moreover, the hardware backing them was awesome
    As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand yards and more.
    Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better
    And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.

    Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare
    Was America able to overcome and prevail.
    Again America must stand firm to survive
    As we face a new monster from Hell.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

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  16. STRESS

    We’re a nation of frazzled families
    With little time for personal affection.
    As the treadmills of tension keep us hostage
    We’re losing our perspective of direction.

    Racing to get the kids off to school,
    Navigating the madness of bottleneck traffic.
    Fearful of our own job-loss and income,
    While the newscasts get more hopeless and graphic.

    Helping our children with their home work
    Scrambling to prepare their dinner.
    Having family spats with loved ones
    And being told on Sunday, we’re a sinner.

    Worrying about crime, taxes, cancer and terrorism
    Infectious disease and paying next months bills.
    Saving for college and our own retirement
    It’s no wonder we drink, smoke, pray and pop pills.

    JOBLESS

    Come Monday morning without warning
    Your boss decides to let you go.
    As you listen to each and every word
    The blood in your veins increases its flow.

    You worry about family with all their needs
    And, oh my what will my wife do and say.
    Your heart is heavy and your throat is dry
    While you wonder if you’ll make it through the day.

    There’s a house, two cars, doctor bills and credit cards
    All who expect to be paid.
    What little you’ve saved will soon be gone
    And for the outcome of all, you’re afraid.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

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