I would fight in the war to end all other wars,
If there was a guarantee never to be any more;
But, man has a need to feed his insatiable greed;
That is what all this warring has been for.
In every war we have been in,
We sacrifice our children,
While the mongers hide safely behind governments back home;
If the people who fought ‘em
Were the same morons who start ‘em
You and I could live peacefully left on our own.
It is not too late,
To put an end to all this hate,
If the propaganda and rhetoric went unheeded;
We just might find,
That to save humankind,
Love and understanding is all we ever needed.
We can put an end,
To all this fighting my friend,
If each other we simply treated with respect;
There would be no more,
Need or use for a war,
If tyranny’s rule we all would reject.
I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw;
Three hundred miles; felt like I walked them all;
Got passed by trucks, motorcycles and cars,
As I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw.
We hooked up while I was going to Ohio State,
She was visiting from Central Michigan on her Spring Break,
I was home for the summer when I got the call
So I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw.
Life can take many turns and twists,
One too many for her so she opened her wrists;
I’m not sure how her family knew about me at all,
But I hitchhiked from Dayton after I got the call.
I got there just in time to attend the mass;
Her friends from her college shared with me, their flask;
My legs were so wobbly I thought I might fall,
After this girl I once knew, I once again saw.
They said, she thought she was but it turns out she was not,
Once the depression starting sinking in it never did stop,
She said, if she was I was the boy they ought to call,
Have me come up from Ohio to Saginaw.
I wasn’t sure exactly what I should say,
I remembered that week like it was yesterday;
We enjoyed each other’s company then went our separate ways;
For the rest of the service I was stuck in a daze.
I gave my condolences at the family home,
Then sat under a tree in the yard all alone,
In the late afternoon before the sun started to fall,
I started thumbing my way home back from Saginaw.
I can forgive myself for many sins;
I’ve committed about every kind;
But, I never could forgive myself
For not sharing what troubles my mind.
I sit in dismay watching the decay,
Of the greatest government ever formed;
If it goes down in flames, I cannot be held to blame,
As with my words, I have, many times warned.
To simply look the other way,
Is a sin I see happen all of the time;
But, to sit idly by, as our nation dies,
To me, is an unforgivable crime.
So, shake your head once more in dread,
Although by now, I guess you are bored;
I’ll try again to use my pen,
In hope it proves as mighty as the sword.
That small pebble of protest and its ripple affect
Can cause a tsunami of change if their dismissal you can effectively reject.
You have put them in a quandary,
Necessitating that they respond,
Before spreading more lies throughout their country,
Which careers have been built upon.
Let them think that you are too young and cannot understand,
But, stay true to your course and stick to your game plan;
Don’t allow them to shut you out,
The future is rightfully yours,
With your voices you can loudly shout,
Breaking through all of their doors.
Arming your teachers just adds to the crime
Of dismissing your concerns – they do it all the time.
But, this, by now you surely know – the adults are divided;
By sticking together in unity, you can get this issue decided.
You try to control their guns while they try controlling your minds;
The persistence and passion you share, they never expected to find;
You owe it to yourselves; you owe it to each other;
To help ensure the future in front of you,
Is something everyone can discover.
We have all been on this ride before;
Seventeen new toe tags in the County Morgue;
I get escorted out of the room when I recite the score,
They say, “Don’t get your snowflake ass hit by the slamming door.”
How many more candles must our nation light,
Before taking on this murder-enabling amendment fight?
Loving guns more than children is not a God-given right,
But as long as donated campaign checks are cashed, lawmakers sit tight.
Now the children themselves are raising their voices;
They don’t have the answers but they want to discuss our choices;
Until something is done, half-mast the flags stay hoisted;
It’s hard to tell whose eyes have become the moistest.
You’re afraid we’re coming to take your guns,
But you don’t seem to care they’ve taken our daughters and sons;
How many more funerals must we attend before enough damage is done?
I’m willing to argue all my life to stop the next one.
We have all been on this ride before;
I want to stop and get off; I don’t want to ride no more;
Our country is acting like an NRA whore,
It’s not against school children we should be waging a war.
Thoughts and prayers can only go so far;
It’s not hard to tell who the real losers are;
They’re the ones in the morgues with their toes wearing tags;
It should be the guns themselves in the body bags.
I love you every day of the year
With everything I’ve got;
To love you more on Valentine’s Day
Is something I simply just cannot.
Regardless of what the calendar says,
Or Hallmark Cards might suggest I do;
There is no way that on that day
I can possibly have any more love for you.
So, I’ll save you from the chocolates
Wait until we can grow flowers of our own;
On this made up winter holiday,
I simply write for you this poem.
I know you know I love you,
If not, what more can I say?
I can do nothing more to make you sure,
I love you all I can on every day.
There’s nothing special about February 14th
Other than it’s one more day I can share my love;
With the woman who I am certain,
Was sent down here for me from the angels up high above.
I never could hear my father’s voice
Rise above the crowd;
His cheering and encouragements
Never came from him that loud.
But, after the competition had ended
And, Dad was there to take me home,
He would simply say, “Atta Boy”,
To let me know he was proud of what I’d done.
“Atta Boy” was his phrase of choice
To indicate he approved of the accomplished deed
From, “Atta Boy” grew trees of confidence,
Dad planted with this simple seed.
To get an “Atta Boy” I’d practice hard
Trying to get a little bit better every day;
The sores and pains I paid for gain
At the sound of his “Atta Boy” would fade away.
I will never hear another “Atta Boy”
Echo from my father’s lips;
But, to my sons at the game’s end
Out of my mouth, “Atta Boy”, now slips.