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Soul Poet Tom Zart's = Omama Poem = A Nations Wealth Is Not It's Wheat, Oil Or Gold
by Tom Zart OBAMA POEM A Nations Wealth Is Not It's Wheat, Oil Or Gold WEALTH A nations wealth is not it's wheat, oil or gold But the people who live there both young and old. Their wealth is a product of mans daily toil Be they swing wars saber or plow God's soil. Our riches can certainly grow their own wings Though it's love that keeps us happy not things. When we become rich beyond our wildest dreams That's when Satan always pursues us it seems. Let no one fall victim to their surplus wealth For when it happens they'll find they've lost their health. All wealth either serves or governs its holder As we who strive wear life's cross on our shoulder. LABOR Our workers are our saviors The redeemers of every race. From those who built the pyramids To the rockets for outer space. With our fingers weary and worn And our eyelids heavy and red We feel we've earned God's blessings As we lay down our sleepy head. After death there'll be lots of rest Though the living must suffer toil For every thing that man must have Comes from the air, the sea and soil. "Yes" labor is part of life on earth For without it we make no gains. By work we receive life's rewards As fortunes are made by our pains. LIBERTY Liberty is to be free and independent Without slavery, imprisonment, or loss of right. Though bit-by-bit many try to steal it away For if they were to take it all at once, we'd fight. So protect your liberty that others don't have For beside life, there's nothing more precious on earth. Too many have yearned, fought, suffered, and died for it And we must never lose sight of what liberty's worth. Evil loves to strike liberty from the cheeks of all And it's been that way since the beginning of time. For a mind that's not allowed to have a free thought Becomes but a slave to the masters of mankind. FREEDOM In their new uniforms The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They're so easy to lose But so hard to forget Such a burden for a parent to bear. The taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten But never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields Make it easy to tally the cost. America has survived All attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war And we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more! By Soul Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web Poet and Author of Love War And More 225 poems published by Publish America; SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems, CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music by Bill Crain for sale on the web under Tom Zart and or Bill Crain. It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart was born on Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |