Now that our military’s woke – and weak-- Let reconciliation be rejected! This is the West Point way now – not unique. Therein, scant trace of valor is detected By Rebels or by Yankees who regard With ageless eyes the soulless degradation Of what they did, triumphant or ill-starred. Dishonored is the whole surviving nation. Gutless and bitter creeps, of slogans made, Judge all the generations of their betters Because of virtue they have grown afraid. Some idle tweets – and you’re a man of letters, If you’re a man at all. What you tear down Is your sole source of subsequent renown. This was posted on Flammeus Gladius on August 16, 2024
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AuthorTom Riley was born in Buffalo, but through study has become a Rebel from Yankeeland. He works as a freelance copywriter and is the author of Love Poems of a Hatemonger and The Ghost of Biden’s Brain. Archives
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