One of Us

One of Us

A Poem by wuliheron
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Being a military brat gives unique insights into what salt-of-the-earth means.

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One of Us

Reveling, in all the limelight,
Puffed up chest, larger than life!
A more modern diplomatic Patton!
His alter ego covered in shiny medals.
Lost inside the spotlight of Crystal City,
Fallen From Grace, In Pentagon circles!
Posing, for an underwear commercial!
Never forget who you’re fighting for!
For that is, the burden of command!
And why George Washington,
Was just another one of us!
Who read his Bible every day,
Got down on his knees for more than a second!
And, prayed for redemption of his soul.
Anyone could walk right up to his front door,
And, be invited in for a cup of tea.
Julius Caesar would tell his troops jokes,
The night before going into battle.
One of Us, only has meaning,
If someone is actually listening.
The Chinese, among many others!
Refer to their army as their “Army",
And not hired thugs for sale around the world.
Frequently, jumping into civilian trenches,
And, digging along side all their compatriots.
Hoping to build a better future for the entire nation,
Constructed on a solid foundation, that will last for generations.
While, in the US, patriotism swings up and down with the stock market.

As Tea Party members accuse each other of being commies,
And, nobody, appears to have a clue who they are fighting for.
All Roads Lead To Rome, along with all the imports on the planet!

The faster they import goods the faster the money all floats to the top,

The faster the money all floats to the top, the faster they export weapons!
"One of us", becomes "us and them", as the South attempts to rise yet again!
When money does all the driving, nobody is steering, and no one ever listens,
As One of Us, becomes more indistinguishable every day, from Us and Them…




© 2019 wuliheron


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Added on November 30, 2018
Last Updated on September 21, 2019

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wuliheron
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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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