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Still tears in our eyes for our Brave Haiti
Still tears in our eyes for our incredible Country
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre brave Haïti
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre incroyable Pays
I voted for him when he ran for President of the United States.Sadly, he died on December the 5th at the age of ninety-eight.Bob Dole fought and nearly died during the second World War.
The waters of Chenab sing of peace
The valley of Chitral heals my mood
I live on peaks of the mighty Rakaposhi
The woods of Kumrat are my friends of solitude
All men are created equal
Creator
Unalienable rights
Repeated injuries
Tyranny
Justice
Voice of justice
Free and independent states
Protection of Divine Providence
Sacred honor
A flag draped coffin on a stifling day
With somber taps that seem to say
A grateful nation, as your dead we lay
Into this earth, in a special way
-
Salutes your service, and the life you gave
And so the shot went off,
The ringing in my head
When will this nightmare stop?
My friends, all left for dead
You are the ones,
Who defend.
You are the ones,
Who protect.
Be honored,
Young or old.
No matter what war,
For you, we respect.
We didn't start the fire,
That's what they say.
And each generation,
Must suffer and pay.
Don't ruin the country,
I love or behold!
Ruin, decay, destruction...
Never will I waver,
From love of this land,
Never will I fail,
To stay and stand,
Shouting with a great voice unto all:
"This land, God's joy!
Justice for all."
1. Fireworks on display
Saluting fallen heroes:
Independence Day.
2. Honoring our flag
Stars and Stripes in red, white, and blue:
Patriotism.
3. American trait-
Loved and praised
By innate wisdom and passion
Yet loathed by skeptics.
The lust - to behead his spirit, shatter the bones
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes
Or don’t shoot at all
It’d be no surprise
You see, to shoot you have to be brave
And that’s hard to be when your T.V. hero’s already made
No ill words of disrespect shall part my lips about my mother
For her land has raised me well
Her morals carved in my soul
But yet I hope
The red white and blue
Seem to mock the brown hues of our skin
But we plant our feet firmly
We are here to stay
Blood, sweat, and tears,
My heart doth beat faster, when I view o'er the world
The Star-Spangled Banner in glory unfurled.
'Tis fitting and proper that it should so be
Since our land was the progenitor of the free.
America the land I love
America the free
Its beauty and its majesty just seem to capture me
I love everything about it
All of its fifty states
America my home and pride is all so great
Through the Soil
A Tree grows
Through the Land
A River grows
Through the Wind
An Eagle grows
Through the People
A Nation grows
A Nation
I believe in this country
That anything is possible
No matter where you stand
You can rise
I have dealt with challenges
That have tried to bring me down
And have been at my lowest
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become.
America the Great
It’s something you shouldn’t hate,
We look to strive
And keep record of our archives
From the Roman times
America the Great?
Really...how do we rate?
There are homeless and poor...
So we could do more
to aid and to feed
to help those in need.
There also are wars, hate, crime and pollution.
Father God, as about I go,
My heart breaks for what this nation sows
As blinder and blinder our eyes see Your ways,
More and more, we number our own days
They died lost and forgotten, half a world away.
He died on a hill for His crimes, but what crimes they could not say.
For us, all and everything both gave.
We go on a walk in my last week home
And after this first time together with no one else, I’ll always feel alone
Five minutes to my flight out, you hug me tight
Sep 11, 2015 10:51amI always post this today. I wrote this not long after 9/11 while trying to understand it all:
Many Hearts Were Broken
Once our flag flew bravely high
While our dreams reached the sky
And we were all one.
Now too often does our flag droop
As we suppress our own, group by group
We are all alone.
Red is for the blood
Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom
White is for nothing
Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
I write this poem in couplets,
To let you know that what I'm about to write is ruthless,
I am of Asian descent, of an immigrant family, through and through,
I was born here, I'm nothing new,
O' My Lady where has your Courge fled
Do you remember your obligation?
Do you recall your resolve?
No, you have deserted your Duty
O' My Lady where have you gone
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
A sound that doesn't resonate within me
The thrumming of pride that falls flat in my presence
A cacophony of Hate, Prejudism and Ignorance
“Psst! Psst! Have you heard?
He has just bought a new car.
And his wife, she is so beautiful!
How did he manage that?
He must have visited the witchdoctor.”
It all started with thirteen little colonies
And a group of men who were known commonly
As the Founding Fathers of this great nation.
Franklin and Hamilton,
Madison and Jefferson,
Oh say can you see
The graves lining up day by day,
Of thousands of men and women who decided to lay
Their lives down together for the ultimate sacrifice?
America! Amercia!
Land of the free
Home of the brave and equality
Oh how I want to believe.
America! Amercia!
Home of the brave!
I'll march for your freedom
into my grave, and
Oh Say Can You SeeThe faces of manyWho have servedBy The Dawn's Early LightTo the depths of the nightThe ones that continue to work What So Proudly We HailHard-won freedom’s taleAnd those who suffered that griefAt The Twilight’s Last GleamingWith
Unconditional dedication to offer life liberty and the pursuit of happiness
Personally at risk for the sake of the many
No longer living a life of freedom and bliss
We still feel the sun’s burn after a long day.
We still smile when we see the rains come our way.
We still have the haunted eyes at the fire side.
A sea of dead bodies
Lay on a blood-stained field.
The dead are nothing but a memory.
The last one standing is the winner.
The one who kills all the others-
He is called The Hero.
there's a crackle over the loud speaker
and the bitter old woman bites out a
"Good Morning."
and it is good.
there's a heartbeat of silence
and the bitter old woman snaps out a
Merging onto streets.
We flood as an aid to those in need.
We see the pain, cries, and pleas.
Freedom is so everlasting.
A lady at the store once called me
A Great American
Beacuse I gave her an extra discount
Patriotism
Another day
One of hatred and greed
A world of sin with no consequence
For the deed
No shame
For the world is the same
Keeps on trudging
Day after day
But stop
I bleed red, white, and blue
With stars across my heart,
With the stripes burned into my mind;
Giving everything -
All my experiences;
A little taste of home with each step I take;
They brave all danger,
They master all fear,
When they enter the land of a stranger,
They all have a noble code to which they must adhere.
But how do they feel…..
When stare into the face of Death?
It's red, staining the ground someplce I've never been
and never will go.
For me.
It's a sacrifice, a total giving of life
So I can keep mine.
I can breathe
Numerous years past, through our eyes, is the founding of our country, yet in perspective, just a few decades.
A gentle breeze brings a sense of hope
As a young schoolgirl stops and breathes
In the scent of trees, water, and wind
Which permeate the field on which she marches
That field on the grounds of Gettysburg
Have you ever stopped to see
How all of our lives might be
Without those who died for the red, white, and blue
Sacrificing their lives for me and you
Do you even give one thought
The flag stands where you were.
On the home front.
Defending what you love.
The flag stands where you were.
Through distant hills that call to me,
Along the forests filled with trees.
Over roaring rivers and crystal seas,
Your voice of laughter floats in the air.
Ooh farewell
Ooh farewell
Sorry to see you go
My hopes where
For you to come home again
Praying for the sun to shine on you
Never to be rained on by falling bullets or falling bombs
Today I place my star-rimmed cap over my sunburned face
And gleam over the crowd with excitement and joy.
We are like the base of a great and mighty river after the storm,
All I see is violence
All I hear are lies
All I want is happinness
All I get is hatred
Untames and Untainted
They hate me
And at times I hate them
All I want is a chance
Approaching five revolutions around the star
O'er the great pond- I flew
To a promised land of health and wealth
A land of independence
A land of your founding fathers
But not mine
By: Saranda R
Our flag waves in the ocean of pride that envelopes this country
With its economic strides and setbacks that we criticize
Adding to the problem, not developing a solution
They say we are free,
If we are free, then why,
Why do we have men and women killed,
Is it really to stay free?
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.
Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.
The twenties are calling.
Can you hear them roar?
Traditional restraints began falling,
Awakening these times that were spent unsure.
Every minute, every hour, every day..I will stay... Right here patiently waiting.. keeping my mind busy, as to not always think of you...
Our fathers’ dream has been realized Here we stand, America the greatOn democracy but still not finalized,As we are ever changing, no end date
dark as the dust of trails
you soar in heavens blue
your majestic spirit never fails
to your colors remain true
standing by, you guard us
wave on high, you show us
and in the nigh’, you lead us
blood of red against blue sky
Dressed in army greens
Brown boots, tags around his neck
Finally he’s home
No trace of a smile
He is very different now
Finally he’s home
He was in the field
The cries of war surround
common soldier
as the men rush onward
in excitement and yell
But the opposition is fierce
and men fall fast
as straight as arrows
Common soldier obeys
My poor little orphaned country....
Nobody watches over you, nobody cares.
There's only a leader that sits back and stares.
You are left out in the cold, all alone to be attacked.
That summer I had just turned nineteen
Is when I saw you in shorts of camouflage green.
You saw me when you were playing football with some pals
I am from beloved dolls, from bubble wands and crabapple trees.
I am from bright colors and playful spirits,Bookshelves and stacked boxes.
I am from dandelions and low-branched trees.
What does it mean to be a patriot,
In today’s day and age?
What does it pay to be a leader,
Of such an obscure time of rage?
When did the war begin?
How long must we fight to win?
The stars and stripes flow in the breeze
Gently swaying while the colors collide.
The vivid hues of red, white and blue,
Curving while the wind constructs a majestic pursuit.
There it is, in their eyes
When they look up into the once torn skies
They see what we hope to never see
Lurking in shadows but praised with pleas
Battle torn fields and red smoke filed nights
The truth lies the best.
For example,
Your textbook says he died
as a challenger of the lady giant,
welcomed to the American Coliseum,
but sir, that is not quite the case.
He died
