The Monument

Seeds of Renaissance

In a period of widespread anarchy
A dying peasant narrated the story
Of those who were martyred inTuscany
For trying to instill the spirit of democracy
In a world locked in the fetters of oligarchy.

The story melted the hearts of the people
And made the statues of falsehood crumble
The people felt a strange inner tremble
They all considered his words thoughtful
But the priests said his words were harmful.

The old peasant gave a final cry in the bethel:
Your gods fled the horror of battle
And of what use is this crippled idol?
It left us in our time of struggle.

Let us turn a new page in history
Let us start writing our own destiny
Let us pursue this vision of liberty
And stop bowing down for vanity.

Remembrance Day

The kids were running and panting
Eluding the impending and screaming
One by one, they all made their falling
Their mothers were crying and begging.

Yet the men refuse to do the scouring
Adding more to the grief of fighting
Whenever I get my second coming
I will choose to be among the fallen.

We Served You

In a time when the world seemed bitter
We kept the dream of a better future
But peace is never earned by barter
We had to endure the hazards of nature
And battle against fever and fire
A sacrifice we made to restore peace and order.

Our legacy dwindled down over the years
Our sons called us senile fibbers
Our mothers claimed we were murderers
And the papers portrayed us as bloodthirsty officers
Such is the fate of the soldiers
Who sweated blood to erase your blunders.

Have you forgotten the Iron Horse
That fought for the liberation of Paris?
Have you forgotten the Ivy
That stands for steadfastness and loyalty?
We are the ones that marched on freedom’s call
And won the battle of St. Mihiel.

We fell in line with the bravest
In the battle of Argonne Forest
Our attacks were most decisive
During the Hundred Days Offensive
The roughest and scariest of days
Even the padre was left in a daze
In the midst of the raucous melees.

We fought back fiercely
During the Invasion of Normandy
The greatest amphibious operation in history
There and then, we saw signs of defeat
But we resolved never to retreat
And this was our sacred secret:
Bullets are no match for a steely spirit.

We fought in the battle of Hürtgen Forest
The fiercest and longest we ever fought
The mother of the Battle of the Bulge
Where we felt the fullness of the enemy’s grudge
That was the largest and bloodiest battle
Where we toiled to prove our mettle
Indeed, we are all memorable.

Ovations to my comrades in Canada
Ovations to my comrades in Australia
Ovations to my comrades in New Zealand
Ovations to my comrades in Norway
Ovations to my comrades in Belgium
Ovations to my comrades in Poland
Ovations to my comrades in Netherlands
Ovations to my comrades in Greece
Ovations to my comrades in Czechoslovakia
Ovations to my comrades all over the world.

Salutations to Major General Cameron
Salutations to General Pershing
Salutations to General Eisenhower
Salutations to General Berthelot
Salutations to General Gouraud
Salutations to General Hodges
Salutations to General McAuliffe

Salutations to General Lawton Collins
Salutations to General Gerow
Salutations to General Bradley
Salutations to General Sir Dempsey
Salutations to Marshal Foch
Salutations to Lieutenant General Liggett
Salutations to Air Marshal Sir Tedder

Salutations to Field Marshal Montgomery
Salutations to Air Marshal Sir Leigh-Mallory
Salutations to Admiral Sir Ramsay
Salutations to Lieutenant General Patton
Salutations to Major General Hersey
Salutations to Major General Hines
Salutations to Brigadier General Benjamin A. Poore

Salutations to Major General Prosser
Salutations to Major General Hobart
Salutations to the illustrious Hemingway
Salutations to the esteemed Salinger
Salutations to all my brothers.

What do you care about victory?
Nobody gives a damn about glory
What is the price of honor in this country?
We are not asking for your sympathy
All we want is for you to unfold the scrolls of history
And give us back our crowning legacy.

Letter of Intent

To my one and only lover
I have been bitten by your spider
And trapped in its web of euphoria
Your catch is now ready for dinner.

Dressed with spices at their best
To impress you my special guest
This is not the time for you to rest
Come and finish the conquest.