AS MAY BEGINS………….REMEMBER
Memorial Day Poem by Tom Pastore / Vietnam Veteran / USMC …………
AMERICA’S DISCOUNTED RESPECT FOR OUR DEAD
Memorial Day’s been trivialized as a “Day to Sell”, does not America understand that War is more then just Hell??…………
Come one – come all, get excited to buy, we have the sales, you’re just dying to try
Don’t let the “mourning” get in the way, 3 days this weekend, discounts, gladly you’ll pay
Sales are so many, get half-off the price, Furniture and Cars, and everything nice
Don’t let “Memorial Day” get in the way, when “Today Only ‘ Sales, we seek & we Pay
** When and why did we de-sensitize LIFE, and forget those who died thru their sacrifice and strife
Have we forgotten or maybe,…most just don’t care,…about the real price Paid, by those we’re supposed to hold dear?
Friends and Family who died for our needs, have been disrespected, by our “What’s -on- Sale” Greed
Who goes shopping on the way to the Grave, of those we hold dear, who thought, we’re worth trying to save?
Shame on America for minimizing this Day, thinking little of those who gave more then some would Pay
To take advantage, of our Memories and Tears, America’s forgotten, what we used to hold dear
The sacrifice made, on this Memorial Day, can’t be bought with credit, or some schemed “easy-pay”
What’s happened to us, as a country once whole, that enjoying ,”days-off”, means more then our SOUL
Visiting our Dead, with Prayer, & deep thought, has been pushed to the side, so we can enjoy what we “bought”
Is it Truly Memorial, not understanding what was done, is it too much too ask, to think of our Lost Fathers and Sons?
The One’s who no longer will sit by our side, deserve more from a country, “Discounting” values and Pride
Uncle Sam wipes the Tears from his eyes, cause, “Celebration” & “Sales”, mean more then who Dies
Taken granted our Freedoms, the essence of Living, we choose “Happy Sales Days”, ignoring the cost of Lives given
Is it too much to ask, to “Close-Shop” on this day, to pause, and remember, maybe even to Pray?
We too wipe a tear from our reflective eye, for Freedom’s never on Sale, and far too many have Died
I’m sad for a country, now Loved by too few, Memorial Day’s purpose is not designed for me, nor for You.
In the United States, Memorial Day is always celebrated on the last Monday of May. Memorial Day in 2016 is on Monday, the 30th of May.
Another beautiful poem by Tom Pastore / Vietnam Veteran / USMC………. In Sad Wonderment, if I will ever see America again!
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ABANDON FAMILY
Excuse my writing of words in rhyme, for I feel we have so little time
Our Uncle Sam is hurting and lying in such pain, for we as blind Americans are solely all to blame.
Americans’ are weak,….absorbed of selfish bliss, where satisfaction for ones self, is all that we insist
Allowing those Elected, adorned with Greed & Power, to take control of Uncle’s Fate, to hasten His final hour.
Americans’ waste Freedom, devalue it to nothing, for all they do desire is addicted self -consumption.
Corruption /greed,….is clothed,…in those we call our leaders, insuring Uncle Sams destruction by Traitorous deceivers.
America’s design, was for All participation, with loyalty and pride for a once United Nation
Equality is re-defined, many wishing to be different, some segregate their True intents, all fighting to be litigant.
No one’s responsible but all is to Blame, our once proud Uncle (now) buries his head in our Shame
We gave away, lost,…a uniqueness and pride, for our own Constitution is destined, surely, to Die.
A “Melting Pot” requiring True assimilation, has ended into thousands of “woe-is-me” nations
A disheveled Uncle who once “Wanted You”, now begs for some affection, from faded Red, White,& Blue.
Uncle Sam, our Uncle Sam, Has God forsaken We, for failing to be Proud, and forgetting to be Free
Purple Mountains Majesty are faded by our Apathy, as leaches in society, say-hey Uncle….”what you done for me”.
A Nation fails it’s people when the people cannot see, that they are all the Nation, weavers of their Destiny
To lose our Faith of dreams, to different thoughts Not Liberty, shall imprison all who forget, what work is required to be Free.
Our Uncle Sam’s disabled , by design or lack of care, will P/C conquer who remains and leave a future cursed to “cair”
Code Blue is what we hear today, our Uncle’s far too Pale, his heartbeat weakens, pulse is gone, His will to Live may Fail.
Obligated Caregivers ,we may lay His dream to rest, the Failure and the Fault is ours, we Denied to do our Best
Declarations, Constitutions, Longing to be free, are goals of disbelief ,soon read, in our Children’s History.
Children lacking Family , will stare through frozen eyes, their will and thought abandoned, obeying with despise
Wishing for an Uncle, adorned in Red, White, Blue, once watching and protecting, while letting you be You.
We seem to want and wish for things, once taken from our grasp, forever thinking all was ours, and ours would always last
Our Uncle’s will is broken, and we will all be lost,….controlled by Evil unbeknownst, lost Freedoms are the cost.
I’ll remember songs of Liberty, where United we could stand, saluting Uncles’ Dreams and Hopes as we listened to the Band
For Memories can’t be stolen, but dreams can lose their hue, Our Uncle Sam is Dying,………What’s left is up to you!
Thomas Pastore / Vietnam Veteran / USMC,…………In search of the America I was born to.
FLASHBACK 2013 “GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN” BARRYCADES AND A SLAP IN THE FACE OF AMERICAN VETERENS