“FROM AN OLD SOLDIER”
by OPOVV, ©2014
(Feb. 9, 2014) —
What once was has been passed by
Even today Muslims wail and cry
Oh, glorious times when the streets were red
Jews and Christians lined-up, dead.
Over a thousand years in Syria
The indigenous Christians are in hysteria
Slaughtered as they kneel and pray
Money given to the rebels from the USA.
Judge not on words but deeds
Be wise, not what you read, but what you see
Planes slamming into buildings
Muslims take to the streets celebrating.
It was all on the television,
The cheering and wailing
Our “Moderates” working for Sharia
Can’t offend by playing “Ava Maria”
“No compromise” is the rule of the day
Once Islam takes hold, forever will stay
Goodbye, music, laughter and song
And we have those to thank for being wrong.
Islam is not a religion
Islam is but an everlasting prison
Smite from day ‘till night
“Honor kill” because it’s right.
The shadow of doubt has passed on by
As you stand over the graves of your family and cry
The blame rests on your shoulders
For failing to heed the warnings from an old soldier.
Stand not quiet now that the beacon of freedom grows dark,
Fueled by words long ago spoken that established who we longed to be,
In Declarations and Preambles, in Pledges, Anthems’ and songs,
Words filled with meaning and intent devour the dark days of history,
Sheds light on the new day, the way, this new Nations place in history
Stand not quiet now that the beacon of freedom grows dark,
Like our 1st General on bent knee, surrounded by the enemy, in dire straits and bitter cold,
Lift up your words that He might hear, in solemn Prayers, We who too now carry a Generals steel,
let again the Words filled with meaning and intent devour the dark days of history,