The Rape of America

I wrote this 22 years ago, but it seems so appropriate now, I'm posting it. I have no idea why I wrote this 22 years ago, there was no reason to. At that time in my life, I was transitioning out of the Navy, actually waiting to leave for Philadelphia to get out of the Navy. I believe I left Bermuda on the 12th of February. I was engaged, I wasn't even married yet. I was going home for 8 months, to get married and fly back to Bermuda a dependent. Perhaps I wrote it for such a time as this.


American Soldier's Wife
Lori Ann Smith
February 10, 1988

You took my husband from my bosom;
All my children yet to come
Will never be;
You raped my land of her goodness,
Took away her wholesomeness,
Her naivete.
Yet you ask me to forgive?
Forgive and forever live
Under your rule!
You ask me to accept the fact;
"It was discipline you lacked;
You were the fool
Who watched himself grow soft."

You ask, so an answer I do give thee:
With the last bit of moisture in me
I do spit at thee;
With my dying breath I do curse thee.

Victory can often be bittersweet;
Often it is better to honorably retreat
Than to savor the taste.
Victory can be less than you'd hoped for;
When dictation becomes a chore,
But yet a waste.
There are more like me,
Who do not accept your "victory."
Just look in our eyes.
You ask us to forgive you;
You ask something we can't do;
It's but more lies.
And we're through with deception.

You ask, so an answer we do give thee;
With the last bit of moisture in our bodies
We do spit at thee;
With our dying breaths, we do curse thee.