Where are the soldiers who march in line?
Where are the soldiers every color and kind?
Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?
Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?
Where are the girls and boys that part?
Serving our country with their future on the line
Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

All of us are soldiers with missions of our own
We do what we do as history is sown.
Support our troops who we love and adore
Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

Where are the soldiers so far, far away?
How many will perish no one can say.
Where are the soldiers we love night and day
Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE

They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
Prayers, visions and determination.
Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
With honor, faith, purpose and courage
They battle the sadistic that brag.

Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth
War has always plagued his expectance.
Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
Have overruled rapture and repentance.

David was a soldier who lived by his faith
Which gave him the will to become brave.
He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today
Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
Facing down evil refusing to summit
Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

THE STONING OF WOMEN

There are those who still stone women
And we all know who they are.
They live in a world cursed by God
Where they murder mislead and scar.

They need no proof to denounce their wives
Of adultery, betrayal and worthlessness.
They hate all religions except their own
As they promote fear, death and hopelessness.

Never turn a blind eye toward wickedness
Instead support its defeat and demise.
Hearts consumed by the shadows of malice
Are terrified of the righteous and the wise.

The stoning of women is a performance from hell
And any country that allows it, will fail.
All men heed to the whispers of their soul
May goodness, and compassion take heed and prevail.

SUCCESS WE’RE ON OWN BUT NOT ALONE

Late to bed early to rise
Work like hell and advertise.
Tell the truth and refuse to lie
Be all we can be beneath God’s sky.

Love our families and strive to achieve
Triumph by goodness and how we believe.
Heed to the whispers of God in our heart
Retain integrity and from foulness depart.

Let voices proclaim after we have gone
Our love for others still lives on.
Real success comes by who we actually are
Not by trinkets, a big house or car.

We’re on our own but not alone
As the deeds of our lifetime are sown.
Love, fear, lust, greed, faith and hate
Are how we are measured and known.

By Soldier For The Lord
Tom Zart
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Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All we love can be destroyed and transformed
By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

When something wicked stares us in the face
To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.
God gives us courage to defend what’s right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
And silence the memory of God’s law.
It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding
Defending the liberty and justice of all.

Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way
Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All that we stand for is gone.

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web

Whoever you are,
your paper came to our door today,
all wrapped up like the stork’s bundle,
chock full of tidbits on personal investing
and with a full breakdown of the summer movies.

We can only hope you were compensated,
like maybe you got our paper instead,
which never arrived,
and you flipped straight to the editorials,
the way I like to,
and read This Rural Life to your wife,
quietly relishing the words
while she noses through a magazine
during the baby’s nap.

Saul Nadatas last blog post..Your Paper

Bill’s War is some of your best work yet. I like the plain spoken imagery. it felt very real, even in the second-hand telling.

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