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TOY SOLDIERS

They play at toy soldiers, expendable plastic
Cold painted lead, cardboard cut outs

Men in their offices with clean shaven faces
Crisp cotton shirts, no dirt on their boots

Go home to their families, commute, attend banquets
Talk strategy drink cocktails, safe on their lawns

While his dad lies in pain and hers will not return
Mothers receive metal they call a bravery award

Real men real soldiers missed by their families
Empty beds, empty chairs

Annie Saturday, 04 March 2006 2:07 am

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raymondo has such passion for the world
my contribution pales beside him
however i do support hi careing
this poem was inspired by the way , safe in a protected bunker people sent others to a bloody death

love my family and friends
have diverse taste in most aspects of my life such as music arts food colours ad nauseum….as you will see my portfolio is also a mixed bag
xx annie

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  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 3 years ago

    powerful truth annie, so well written. xoxoxoxoxoxo

  • think it comes accross because i feel so strongly here xx thanks shar
    ps your card is still on show in my lounge

    – annieannie

  • Rikki Woods
    Rikki Woodsover 3 years ago

    Very, very true. Thank you for the reminder.

  • you a woman with a heart for others … and i admire your work
    drat …i am plain green when i read yur funnies xx

    – annieannie

  • bearwings
    bearwingsover 3 years ago

    thats the sad tuth, those men of no conscience, don’t ya wish we could weed them out, put them into service building flower power, nice work annie

  • thanks trev
    you are such an encouragement to me xx

    – annieannie

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