Gate Keepers Of The Land Of The Free

Gate Keepers Of The Land Of The Free long poem

Uploaded by jack cooper

 From what I have seen
America is a well-oiled machine
 Our military
Always ready to fight
Together with so much might
Leaving their homes night after night
Saying goodbye believing it’s not your last sight

Living in a whole
With rations and a bedroll
Or on a battleship
Ready to rip
As they skip
To the next flip

In the air
So they can take care of our guys
As they buzz the sky
Blowing their targets up
From way up high
Trained to shoot
Giving our enemies the boot
Standing proudly
Always ready to salute

Bragging loudly
But never lagging
Always tagging
Constantly shagging
The best at bagging
Americas enemies
So we might know
This land of the free
Home to you and me

Our sons and daughters
They stand and fight
For our constitutional right
They constantly keep sight
Wearing their dog tags
Ready to go to their grave
In any conflict wave

They pave the way
So the rest of us 
Have a world that’s not ready to rust
Never look at what they do with disgust
Trust our generals do it rather than bust
We must all stand strong
So today’s leaders
Will have to get along

Keeping balance in the kingdom of God
Like a lightning rod
They all take the oath with a nod
Live or die
You will never hear them asking why

America’s bravest they fought the wars
So we might know this land of the free
This land God blessed for you and me
Let us all see
Our military
Is why we all live free

Be sure and pray
That they all find their way
Unfortunately, some are left as reminders
Of the price we had pay
For their valor
Until there last day

Be sure you stand up and say
Thank you for your service today
And the sacrifices you have made
So we might know
This land God blessed
For you and me

So we can live free
Because our brothers and sisters
Gave up so much for you and me
They are still the gatekeepers
That holds the key
To why this land is still free
For you and me

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55 single father I find writing to be a positive release of feelings to share with others. Being a true Oregonian I love the great outdoors and most things that go with it. I'm a true romantic at heart and believe that we all have a destiny in life it's up to each of us to find our way however that may be. Being a late bloomer with my ability to write I have not tapped my full potential to write powerful and meaningful poems, however, I have found with each new one I write I grow that much more in my confidence.
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