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One Tin Soldier
One Tin Soldier
The riches of this mountain
the buried treasure is our Freedom
We are hated so severely
because we are a free kingdom
We stand tall and proud
because of who we are
In the nation of nations
we are a shining star
An example we must be
joining hand with every brother
Taking the needed time
to just simply help each other
To take a blind eye
to any injustice
Not wanting to get involved
lends no credence
If your going to speak out
on what is not right
then you must be willing
to fight the good fight
Protection is not a matter
of yours and my convenience
What our Military gives
is not a mere pittance
God Family and Country
we must always defend
Keep each other safe
take each brothers hand
Foe will dig to our very soul
wanting to know our wisdom
but when standing before them nude
the great secret will be our Faith and Freedom
Our Military risks the ultimate sacrifice
and oh the price we all pay
We watch a flagged draped coffin
as another Tin Soldier rides away
In Dedication
To Friends and Fellow Poets
One Tin Soldier
And
Crossed Rifles
ღ KKD ღ
Donna DeLong Matthews
The Gold Pen Ghost
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