War is Hell
Oh! Where did it all go?
Forgive and Forget?
So Why Should I?
Fifty Years Later
All in a DAY
A Warrior's Soul
My Only Son
War is Hell!
Time is a Thief!
Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson
Never To Late!
NOTHING EVER CHANGES
In the Autumn of my Life
"Nothing is Forever!"
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Do you hear them?
Ancient voices from around the world,
floating on ghostly winds.
Every word that has ever been spoken,
still exist in the silence of time long
cast. If you listen close to the howling
winds, you can hear those voices crying
out from that ancient past.
Philosophers, prophets, Kings, Queens, Statesmen,
Popes, Evangelists, and people like you and me,
all warning of what this old world might come to be.
But no one listen, no one seems to care and
the mistakes of humanity are repeated over
and over for each new generation to bear.
Words of ancient wisdom decay to dust in the wind,
and that's become of humanities moral sin.
Jackie R. kays
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