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THE BATTLE IS ON

Do not drag me through the mud with you.

No matter what you say,

the fight will be down and dirty.

I know.

I have had to fight this way.

I will be beside you to comfort you.

I will not get in your way.

I am yours and you are mine.

Our fights are all our own.

We cannot our hands entwine

or the battle will be blown.

I will walk across the muddy field

and stay ready to lift you up.

But only you can wield the sword

so you may soon lift victory’s cup.

I will wash the mud from your face.

I will hose you down when needs must.

I shall trod the muddy field apace.

I will not make a fuss.

I have every faith you will succeed.

For, I believe in us.

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CLIMBING WITH UKRAINE

Keep watching.

Keep helping.

Do not stop now

when the road rises up

and we near the brow 

of the hill.

From the top we will see

both the way we have come

and where we shall be

once we descend

the other side

now unknown.

keep climbing.

Tired and worn,

soul-sore and forlorn,

we must trudge on.

Despite the sirens which warn

of incoming cyber 

and missile attacks.

Prepare to fight back.

Find strength to continue.

There is no going back.

Peace of mind is the price we pay

standing outside comfort zones,

as day follows night,

to defeat the evils which delight

despots and autocrats.

Goodness and mercy light our way.

Be not afraid. Stay the course.

All roads come to an end;

unlike rainbows,

which use our tears

and the sunlight of truth

to color a new world

where peace can rebuild

new cities on the hill.

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Begging Forgiveness On the Eve of War

He was a young boy

Inflamed by stories

Of courage and bold mysteries.

His touch was too tender

To doubt his hold on peace.

His hold was so stout,

His reach so long

There could be no doubt

His honor held strong.

But to war he went

With others of similar grace;

Taking his place

among other young men,

Warriors all.

Each one eager to send

The message

That on one another

They could depend.

Wounded they returned

Minds twisted

by fierce heat of battle;

Bodies bent and broken by

Force blasts of explosions;

Emotions hardened

by cold orders and alerts.

Tough battles lost and won

Creating new stories untold

Except in nightmares shivering

Hot and cold.

Young men grown old.

Sons to us all.

Whom we sent to war

To stand and fall.

Forgive us, young men.

If you can.

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