IT’S NOT MY JOB
It’s not my job to fight the war,
nor did I declare it.
But, the freedom that it brings,
well I certainly want to share it.
It’s not my job to train the troops
nor even to recruit them.
But, for the job that they all do,
I certainly do salute them.
It’s not my job to arm the soldier,
I’m not in uniform.
But I can & must show my support,
as they so expertly face the storm.
It’s not my job to fly the planes,
nor do I drive the tanks.
But, all of those who do,
deserve their entire country’s thanks.
It’s not my job to be a warrior.
I may not be that brave,
but I have humbly bowed my head
at many a warrior’s grave.
It’s not my job to protest,
while lives are being lost.
Nor to mock the freedom,
which comes at such great cost.
Ours is a great country,
we try to look out for all the rest.
And, it’s partially that sense of duty,
which makes us our all time best.
It’s my job to honor my country
and in every way I can,
to stand behind her soldiers
and fall inline behind the plan.
If I can’t do my job,
it might be time for me to leave.
To find another country
in whose constitution I believe.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
EARTHS WATCH DOG
LAND OF THE FREE
HOME OF THE BRAVE
AND THE SITE OF MANY A
BRAVE WARRIORS GRAVE
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Thank you for sharing this poem here on AD and please keep on writing.
Lena
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.