The sands are blowing wildly
As I write this
letter home
In all my years upon this
Earth...
I've never felt so all alone...

Protesters
marching through your streets
Say we're not needed
here...
But, if they could see the things we've
seen,
The message would be clear!

A madman
has this world enslaved,
Starving and
imprisoned...
The marchers wouldn't wait a
day
Before changing their position

No one
wants to have a war...
No one wants to die...
But
if these people could be free
They'd live lives
undeprived

There
are the times throughout your life
When things are
hard to swallow...
But, you toughen up, and do what's
right
And pray for what may follow

For all
the soldiers over here
It breaks our hearts to
see,
Free people in America...
Who don't want
these people freed

History
has taught us all
That Freedom is precious
stuff...
It's also shown that in gaining it
The
price paid has been tough

So,
please go let those marchers know
They could lose
their freedom, too...
If it were not for the
soldiers
Doing what they do

They
must learn that things worth having,
Are worth what
must be spent...
And those of us sent here to
fight
Know what our forefathers meant!

We are
proud to be Americans
People died to set us
free...
And we will do the same for those
Who
suffer helplessly...

So, if
you want to go protest...
Protest against
madmen,
Who kill, and maim, and trod upon...
Those
weaker, by far, than them

Send out
a message loud and strong...
Shout, "We won't stand
for it!"
Terrorism, dictatorship...
We must put an
end to it!

Now, as
the sand blows wildly,
And we face another
day...
All our men and women here
Will bow our
heads to pray.
©Janeane
Bolton
janeanebolton@msn.com

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