Sons of Sons

My Sons

My sons are sons of a son of a son
Of the US Army

Four generations of soldiers served
To a country we believe deserves
The respect and honor of the people
Who understand freedoms price

So much of history has been put on ice
Children taught our enemies are nice
When all our necks they would slice

Enemies domestic making us weak
Doing deals for themselves on the sneak
Mysteries death to those who leak
No I am not a conspiracy theory geek

When a former KGB agent sounds reasonable
When there is no representation for the people

How do I teach the next generation
When what I feel is apprehension
And what makes sense is preparation
To live in country whose ideals
Decay in rates of incomprehension

Friends buying arms like virgin oil
Packing food away that will not spoil
Ready to fight on their own soil
The whole thing is starting to boil

I am by nature an optimistic man
But the level of corruption
I can't stand
It is transparent to see
Even for optimist like me

I want to soften my thought
Because my Fathers and Sons fought
And I too was prepared to fight
But how do I do that when
Our leaders have no vision or light
Nor a clue as to what is right