February 27, 2007
listen to a poem by joe poltz
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A poem by my father
Young Men of War
by Joe Poltz
Young men of war
They fight and die
Yet don’t know why
Their mind is all a mess
They maim and kill against their will
Their honor bond I guess
What drives these men against their foes?
What turns them into soldiers?
With each attack their terror grows
Yet outwardly look bolder
In time these men become machines
as they march into battle
They’ve lost their sense of human beings
And stumble onward just like cattle
And yet the politicians wine and dine
as our young men die in far off lands
they tell us everything is fine
yet the blood is flowing in the foreign sands
we bring them home the dead and maimed
we honor them for the suffering they bore
all this bloodshed for some supposed political gain
all this sorrow over some stupid war
Posted by steve at February 27, 2007 6:28 PM
poignant words set to music...beautiful.
GOOOO JOe! :)
great poem joe keep em comming ps:your cousin margret sends her best.
I enjoyed that. It got me thinking. thanks for sharing.
wow. thanks so much for that. great imagery.
"they've lost their sense of human beings." exactly. thank you mr. joe poltz. your voice rips through skin, muscle, and bone and hits the heart dead-on.
Joe, have you taken literary steroids? You write with a poetic economy that evokes a bleakness bordering on despair. You capture our everyday emotions without sounding trite, which is no small feat. As always, I also enjoy your meter, which you bring around the mountain like Hannibal and his pack of pachyderms. Well done, sir.
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret.
Tell you Pa' I love him.
He seems like a beautiful man with a BIG HEART.
love,
mindy
Joe Poltz rocks.
He should be the supporting act for someone.
It should be a BBQ/clambake tour. With homemade cookies afterwards.
Da Rev
Joe, great poem , so true, You and Seve put it together beautifully.
Nice! Your Poems hit today's time well. I hope all our Service men come back safe and unharmed. Peace!
Tremling soldiers from the sky,
Frightened men who jump and die.
Simple men with just a brain,
The slaver men of the green beret.
Silver wings upon their chests,
These are members of america's death.
One hundred men we will used today,
and only three will stay on earth.
Athletic men who trained to die,
Born to fight with his own death,
Soul who do not have an end.
Hell or heaven but not on earth.
Silver wings upon their chests,
These are members of america's death.
One hundred men we will used today,
and only three will stay on earth.
Back at home a jung wife waits,
But in the sky his soldier is,
Men who died in the search of peace,
Hoping that someone his last wish fill.
You my blood, you never die,
Close your eyes and let them go.
You are free to choose your way.
BUT MAKE THE PEACE AND LIVE TODAY!
