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O Syria! O Syria!

Most of the time one can brush off the headlines that are  sensationalized, to some extent, to attract viewership to often influence a way of thinking or compete with a rival news source.  Brush off because they are reporting events that we, as individuals, have little or no control over and which are things that may or may not affect us directly.

But sometimes,  something we have no control over, is yet so hideous and heinous that the very thought of it offends our being……it offends all humanity……and the reports become voluminous and ‘in our face’ to the extent that it becomes ‘believable’ hearsay and you wonder how so much can be  printed and not be true.  There are cases where you hope the reports are not true….and yet, you know they are.

Chemical warfare strikes at the heart of humanity and its assailant knows no heart!  His compassion  for life is dead.


O Syria! O Syria!


O Syria!  O Syria!
What is it that you’ve done?
All your innocent ‘children’
now stand and face the gun.
Why must their blood be sacrificed
if you feel that you must bleed?
If you want to die, then die as men
in the honor of your greed.

O Syria! O Syria!
How can you kill your own?
Especially all your innocent kids
with dreams of being grown?
How could you steal those precious breaths
that spoke as each one dreamed
with minds too young to question why
bombs flew and parents screamed.

O Syria! O Syria!
Your enemy’s at hand.
He comes to punish your selfish heart;
the evil…. you command.
If men must fight, let men fight men….
let the children stay alive
to tell the story that must be told
so the memories all survive.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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War Heart

When “Uncle Sam” called me into service at the beginning of the Vietnam War, I saw many young men who were lost, bewildered, lonely and frightened…and those were the ones who showed those emotions.

Most men, of course, didn’t show them because they were ‘men,’ I suppose.  That is inbred in most, I believe.  Anyway, whenever on base, before or after deployment, ever so often, even the more meek would venture out into the local social arena, to hopefully escape, if only for a few hours, the pressure and fear of the war.

War Heart

The night was young and I had nothing to do
so I put on my civies and, out of the blue,
came a knock on my door and there stood, Joe.
He said, ‘wacha doin? and I said ‘I’m goin to town’
“Right,” he said…… saying it, jokingly, in frown.

For I seldom left the barracks on a weekday night
and he was sure I was kidding and he thought he was right.
But I heard someone talking about a girl in a club
and how good she was at singing and playing her guitar
so I had made up my mind to go down to the bar.

Joe couldn’t make it and I headed for the bus
and the snow on the ground was cold , plus,
I had a thin jacket on cause that’s all I had
but I wanted to see her since my feelings were down
and frostbite risk, or not, I was going to town.

The bar-club was swanky but the cover crowd was thin
and I entered into darkness, smelling vodka and gin,
as I followed the hostess to a table by the stage
and got my first look at her, as she tuned her guitar
barely hearing the hostess say ‘ what do you want from the bar?’

With darkened room, she glistened in the light
in her dress of black and her boots of white
and sang many folk songs of passion and love,
while stealing my heart and taking it away
and making me ready for another day.

I still see her smile, all these years gone by
and miss too, her songs, that brought a tear to my eye
while remembering the memories when she eased my path
during those years of loneliness when I was away from home
when the war-heart was beating wildly…… frightened and alone.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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