BATTLEFIELD

 

The recollections never go away,

I can still smell the danger zone those days,

But I went through and came to the other side,

As I fought, showing fear, but did it with pride.

 

When the mission is done and the years go by,

I was left alone with wounds and scars not to hide,

I am crusader where the truth was hidden for so long,

As the politicians, lawyers, accountants and the agencies are wrong.

 

As I said all along, the Martha Mitchell Effect,

I knew prior of the financial turmoil not in check,

The foreign agencies may have more resources,

But truth, my writings and my path is the right courses.

 

You don’t need a flag or anthem to be proud,

Just my sword of writings to make it loud,

Why does one country think they are better?

In life, you will realize we are all settlers.

 

Do you get an emotional high or a rapid charge?

The government hides the truth of what is large,

You believe another source and listen to their commands,

Programmed to defend, your deception is your land.

 

You left a ship alone in the sea, and left me on the battlefield,

The corruption is in those who can’t show their shields,

Only one agency showed their identification who has protected,

As my sword will be passed down for those who are directed.

 

My wife was a reason for the Safer Witnesses Act,

That just shows evidence of the true facts,

How did I ever locate her if they were protecting?

An army of intelligence does not stand for correcting.

 

One might believe that they are the best,

One may believe that a silent hero is life’s complete chest,

Some may think good deeds are for the better,

But in the end, it is how you love and write letters.

 

I can still hear the shattering and the war field,

It never goes away and as it tries to heal,

How so many corrupted minds pursue the dollar?

Numbers are imaginary and infinite who don’t stand taller.