Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
The reign of honest men in this country has come to an end - The days now belong to the wicked.
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
As the shadow of darkness creeps across the land, men who carried out their duties to the country with integrity and honour are persecuted, while those who were derelict, and those who aided in the robbing of its treasures, are showered with honours.
Honest men and men of integrity will find no place of shelter in this land and will be tormented and hunted down so that they cannot rise to challenge the wicked. No one will come to their aid and there are so few of them.
Palaces of justice have become the roaming grounds of the wicked. Those who grovel at their feet are busy caressing their titles, all the while whispering: "my precious." They cannot be bothered with the fate of ordinary men or the future of the country. They will not stand up for men of integrity for they no longer understand what it means to be that. They wear religion like their titles, and their souls are empty of morality.
The instruments of the state intended to protect honest men have been turned into tools of persecution to help the wicked gain and retain power. Who will protect and stand up for honest men?
Not the masses. Their slumber remains undisturbed. They continue to dream of everlasting prosperity and days of handouts without limits. Their dreams are not troubled by concerns about the treachery that has put the country on a treacherous path.
The reign of honest men has ended and no one is giving a damn. How unfortunate for this beloved country.
