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Before I write these poems here, I need to say a few things. 1967 was a different time for all of us.

The brainwashing was complete and those of us who joined the military thought we were joining for noble reasons and we were. Did any of us question why we were in a foreign land 10,000 miles away to protect our rights back home to stop the spread of Communism? The ludicrousness of my previous sentence is palpable. Now we know the United States is a corporation and joining the military is tantamount to being a mercenary to do the bidding of the corporation. 

The first poem is a paean to those lost. Written in 1980 the brainwashing was still in effect. The second poem is more current and as you will read, the brainwashing and cognitive dissonance that goes with it have been replaced with awareness and outrage at the very least.

Angry, Mad, Sick and Sad

It's just a wall, and etched in stone

are the names of those who didn't make it home

A cold black stone, if it could speak

could tell you of as much deceit

In days gone bye, when you came back

the girls would scream, the men would clap

Well some came home, and others stayed

a war can't end any other way

My friend Jimmy he was one

of the many, we all lost some

I will admit the tears I shed

were not for me, but for the dead

This carousel has 6 brass rings

hangin' from the coffin they bury you in

Parades and speeches were so divine

please stick'em where the sun don't shine

I'm angry, mad, sick and sad

I'm poisoned, tired and lame

I'm angry, mad, sick and sad

Don't you forget their names!

MM 1980

Thank Me for my Service

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me for my time

You can thank me and all the others, we’re the one’s who towed the line

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me for my blood

You can thank me for my tears, running down into the mud

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me for my pain

You can thank me for your freedoms, if you don’t have a brain

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me but you lie

 If you think that I’m a hero, that’s the lie they had you buy

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me for the scars

That I’ve kept to myself while getting drunk in bars

You can thank me for my service, you can thank me cause i drank

An entire gallon of Kool Aid. Are you still saying thanks?

Don’t thank me for my service, Don’t thank me for my tears

Don’t thank me for my blood, Don’t thank me for my scars

Don’t thank me for my pain, Don’t thank me for any of these

You can thank me for taking, a big one for the team

You can thank me like a pawn, who gets sacrificed

you can thank me for nothing.

MM 2018

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Comment by Mike MIttenberg on May 31, 2020 at 11:09am

I appreciate that Honey!!

Comment by Tennessee Honey on May 31, 2020 at 11:08am

Wow, that was heavy.

Comment by Mike MIttenberg on May 29, 2020 at 7:29am

You're very welcome

Comment by shippwreck on May 29, 2020 at 4:15am

Accurate, heartfelt, and heart-wrenching. Thank you for your poems. ds

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