The Warrior Loads His Gun…The Poet Dips His Pen

By: Georg Mateous and Felix L. Perry

I shall use my poet’s pen and reach out

To the integrity of hope in all mankind,

I’ll find the words that no one’s heard

open wide the eyes of the politically blind.

Talk is cheap but action is what counts,

in soldiers foxholes is rests the real truth,

warriors are born and warriors will die

defending freedom with the lives of youth.

Perhaps I shall write a hero’s novel so sincere

twill make the foulest leaders openly weep,

aye, as a poet of war and death I’ll write in blood

‘til through gun barrels peace vines slowly creep.

While you write I’ll lead the warriors charge

to vanquish tomorrow from the liars false charms,

an unending legion, marching like thunder,

on the cobblestoned road of a world in arms.

I’ll write songs of peace and harmony,

A song for a million young voices to sing aloud;

I’ll deliver them words of hope so all can cope,

soon in silent victory together we’ll stand proud.

When bullets fly and little children cry…

the hell of war is upon our homes for sure,

soldiers will stand between you and them,

your enemies, who said God can be no more.

Aye, tis the poet of meek and tender heart and the warrior tall and strong…

Lion and lamb, we must unite to end greed’s war and make right the wrong!