The sporadic musings of a middle aged man who isn't exactly happy with the direction America is taking today....
The Sheepdogs Most humans truly are like sheepWanting nothing more than peace to keepTo graze, grow fat and raise their young,Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,They sense no threat nor fear no harm.On verdant meadows, they forage freeWith naught to fear, with naught to flee.They pay their sheepdogs little heedFor there is no threat; there is no need.To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries,Roaming watchful round the peripheries.These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roarWith the fetid reek of the carnivore,Too like the wolf of legends told,To be amongst our docile fold.Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?They have no use, not in this day.Lock them away, out of our sightWe have no need of their fierce might.But sudden in their midst a beastHas come to kill, has come to feastThe wolves attack; they give no warningUpon that calm September morningThey slash and kill with frenzied gleeTheir passive helpless enemyWho had no clue the wolves were thereFar roaming from their Eastern lair.Then from the carnage, from the rout,Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”Thus is our nature but too our plightTo keep our dogs on leashes tightAnd live a life of illusive blissHearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.Until he has us by the throat,We pay no heed; we take no note.Not until he strikes us at our coreWill we unleash the Dogs of WarOnly having felt the wolf pack’s wrathDo we loose the sheepdogs on its path.And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.Russ Vaughn2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment101st Airborne DivisionVietnam 65-66
F'n A, my friend.Thanks.
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