Sleeping Well At Night - Poem by Frank Pulver
As a nation that has dropped our guard down,
This caused our defense to fall and drown.
By this we forget about what our nation was founded on,
Without our defense then we will grow to be a weak nation.
If a person reads into what is trying to be said written here,
They can finally feel strong and see that if our country ever got attack there is nothing to fear.
Now let’s think about where we get the freedom of speech,
Yes, that includes something rude like a person being disrespectful to our heroes come home to be honored.
It also covers as heroes come home and they are honored and laid to rest as the pastor starts to preach.
This also gives us the freedom to organize,
But this also gives our rude like person being disrespectful to our heroes and cause problems to arise,
Well this causes our fellow veterans come and up and roar their motorcycle exhaust as a loud surprise,
Yes this can cause them to want to go up and try to get a trial,
But with everyone needing to give respect to everyone, this will help us keep our nation’s defense up on our border every mile.
So lets us please remember this without each of our Servicemen/women then we would not be able to put up a fight.
By this we would not feel safe and Sleep Well at Night.
So as heroes come and go, please remember this that we need to give them the honor they need.
Because without this we will not have a strong defense and succeed.
There are two more things that needs to be thought about is as you see that flag,
First of all we need to make sure it flies high and not burned or not stomped on or even dragged,
As we see it fly high or it drapes on our honored hero as he passes by,
Please either salute or hand over each or our hearts because they have proved to be a hell of a girl or guy.
Frank Pulver May 24,2011
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