Eagle's Cry~

[My Erotic Tail]

The Last Confederate~
It seems like a long time ago, since our nation
was divided between colors of Blue and Grey,

The last Confederate widow was called to
heaven, on Memorial day. (2004)

From a country torn by war,
to a nation we all adore.
A sharecropper who lived, loved
and married into the cival war.

The war had been over for some time,
but married a Confederate soldier who was so kind.

Veteran Pvt. William Jasper Martin of the Confederacy
Wed Alberta Stewart in hard times you see...

Now this is the name that they give to thee,
The last Confederate Widow was she...
In Alabama she'll forever sleep.
Mrs Alberta Martin...Rest in peace!

 

[bamagirl]

Thats beautiful Hun Thank You

 

[bamagirl]

The Star Spangled Banner

OH, Say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

...Francis Scott Key

 

[bamagirl]

I got this today and thought I would share

A MESSAGE FROM THE GIPPER


Fellow Americans,

The long journey now has ended,
Yes, the Lord has called me home.
But my dear beloved Nancy,
You will never be alone.

For I will walk beside you,
The way you walked with me.
You will feel my presence with you,
Just the way it used to be.

For all the things that broke your heart
As you watched my memory fade,
God fixed, in but a moment,
Kept the promises He made:

That in Heaven, "Old is New,"
"Sick are well forevermore,"
"Failing minds and tiring bodies,"
"Are made whole, I will restore."

The road we traveled hand in hand,
Took a long and painful bend,
We had no way of knowing,
When this trip would finally end.

I know the days were lonely,
As you sat quiet by my side,
This journey to an unknown land,
Truly was, "A Long Good-by."


America, I thank you,

For the great stage that you gave me,
To enjoy life's awesome ride,
Where the World became my audience,
With Nancy at my side.

I auditioned for The President,
Got the part -answered the call.
It was my finest hour on stage,
The greatest, "Gig," of all.

I had some, not so funny lines,
The most impressive I recall,
Were those four words to Gorbachev,
"Tear down this wall."

Keep your faith in God, America,
Keep standing, straight and strong.
As I told you in my last, "Farewell,"
"There will be a brighter dawn."

As the world takes pause to ponder,
Midst turmoil and unrest,
The Director's cast is being filled,
He chooses just the best.

Here on God's great set in Heaven,
I can hear the angels sing,
That great old hymn, "Amazing Grace,"
The final scene will soon begin.

As I watched the credits rolling,
At the ending of the film,
I saw again how truly blessed,
My life on Earth had been.

I see green pastures in the distance,
And my horse is waiting there,
With a golden saddle shining,
And my favorite hat to wear.


Poem Copyright© 2004 Fran Maiers

 

[My Erotic Tail]

salute~

thank you bama~

honored...

 

[jthserra]

Of Flanders Field

My grandmother dreamt of Flanders Field
white rows upon white rows of silence.
Searching, counting her steps, wondering
where he had fallen, which row was his.
She was young again, picking the flowers,
the white poppies, white daisies, white lilies,
dressed in white gloves, white socks, white dress,
she carried her bouquet past the crosses,
past the stars, past row upon row.

My grandmother dreamt of rows upon rows
stark white in the green fields,
she dreamt of blue skies and a brother
lost so long ago, so very far away.
The flowers, so many flowers blossomed
in those far off fields, so much white.
My grandmother dreamt of Flanders Field
and awoke to the rows upon rows
of nurses in white and long lonely halls.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Ronald Reagan

Thanks jim

Thanks again bama~

Ronald Reagan laid to rest today.

In poignant eulogies at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library, the nation's 40th president was remembered by his surviving children as a father, grandfather and husband who was finally free from the grip of Alzheimer's disease.

''He is home now. He is free,'' said his son, Ron Reagan. ''In his final letter to the American people, Dad wrote, 'I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life.' This evening, he has arrived.''

 

[jthserra]

found a Civil War one...

From Amber Waves of Grain

They were gardens, forests, they were amber waves of grain
they were our killing fields, fields we walked, acres of grasses.
But, anger thundered through the valleys as we sowed our seed
in blue and butternut, in gallant flags and ceremony.

Crops grew tall: Shiloh, Antietam, Manassas and countless more
year after bloody year we harvested bitter, bitter fruit.
We stacked then high in endless stacks, all rotting in the sun
from amber waves of grain -- blue and butternut, all stained red.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Re: When's Daddy coming home?

Here's a poem that has been being put together
in my mind all week...trying to find the right way
to say what I feel and others have expressed
the same emotions...so here's a stab at my thought.

"When's daddy coming home?"
The little boy asked with a moan.

"When the war is over."
The mother answered with a shudder.

"But the man on the news said the war is over."
The little boy cried louder and bolder.

The mother shed a tear,
for her husband to be near.

"Don't cry momma, daddy will be home soon."
The little boy said while his car went, vroom vroom.

"The war is not over till the soldiers are home."
Once said her husband, the soldier, on the phone.

(Some seem to push this war aside...
the war is not over till all the soldiers are...
where they reside.)

Happy
Fathers
Day

 

[bamagirl]

Thank You to all the service men may god bless you.

Fun fireworks! (Turn on the volume.)
Wishing you a safe and Happy 4th of July!!


http://www.inlibertyandfreedom.com/ilaf.htm

 

[bamagirl]

HAVE TO SHARE THIS ONE,WAS SENT BY A FRIEND AND I LOVED IT.






God bless America and keep us safe and free
Safe from "all our enemies" wherever they may be,
For enemies are forces that often dwell within,
Things that seem so harmless become a major sin.

Little acts of selfishness grow into lust and greed
and make the love of power our idol and our need....
For all our wealth and progress are as worthless can be
Without the faith that makes us great and kept our
nation free.

And while it's hard to understand the complexities of war
Each one of us must realize that we are fighting for
The principles of freedom and the decency of man,
But all of this must be achieved according to God's Plan.

So help us as Americans to search deep down inside
And discover if the things we do are always justified
And teach us to walk humble and close in Thy ways
And give faith and courage and put purpose in our days

And make each one of us aware that each must do his part
For in the individual is where peace must have a start
For a better world to live in where all are safe and free
Must start with faith and hope and love deep in the heart
of "me."

(by Helen Steiner Rice)

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Happy Fourth of July~

Happy
Independence Day
...4 TH of July

And... A moment to reflect upon the fore-
fathers who fought for our
Independence

AND ...Thanks Bama~

 

[bamagirl]

http://poetrybyginny.com/DADDYSWAR.htm


DADDY'S WAR

My Daddy's gone away to war,
They said he was deployed,
I am my Mommy's man now,
Though I'm just a little boy.

I'm not sure how long wars last,
Or how long he will be gone,
As long as it takes, I heard him say,
At least, that's what he told Mom.

I've played a lot of war games,
With my friend, who lives next door,
And when one of us gets dead,
We don't play war anymore.

Daddy says he won't get dead,
And he told us not to worry,
He'd do his job and get back home,
And he'd do it in a hurry.

I believe my Dad and what he says,
Though I still may worry some,
You know, they use real bullets there,
When the soldiers shoot their guns.

It's not like my friend and I,
Our war is just pretend,
But Daddy's war is really real,
Mom says to pray for it to end.

Dear God, protect my Daddy,
And other people in this fight,
They don't like to shoot each other,
So, how come war is right?

Bring my Daddy back home safely,
Please let Mommy smile some more,
Make everyone be friends again,
And, dear God, please end my Daddy's war.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright April 2003

 

[bamagirl]

someone sent this to me and I thought it was cute.
no matter who your gonna vote for think you might get a chuckle

http://www.jibjab.com/thisland.html

 

[bamagirl]

Freedom Isn't Free



I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.



I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.



I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?



How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.



I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.



I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.



I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.



I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.



Enjoy Your FREEDOM
and
God BLESS Our Troops.



THE EAGLE CRIES

 

[bamagirl]

THIS IS A WONDERFUL STORY!
In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California,
with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection
from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:.

"The Pledge of Allegiance" -
by Senator John McCain
As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a
prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.
This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on
behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian.
Mike came from a small town near Selma, Alabama. He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old.
At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a
commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.
As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.
Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a
couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.
Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance.
I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did
periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside,and removed it.
That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could.
The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the
middle on which we slept. Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.
As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could.After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.
So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.
You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of
America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation
under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

 

[bamagirl]

PLEASE READ THIS ALL THE WAY THROUGH. DO NOT STOP BEFORE
YOU REACH PARAGRAPH 9.THEN YOU'LL SEE WHY YOU HAVE
TO READ IT ALL.
GOD BLESS.






For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column for the
online website called "Monday Night At Morton's". Now, Ben is
terminating the column to move on to other things in his life.
Reading his final column to our military is worth a few minutes
of your time because it praises the most unselfish among us; our
military personnel, others who protect us daily and portrays
a valuable lesson learned in his life.

Ben Stein's Last Column...

=======================================================================================================

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in
Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which
means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it.
This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it.
I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even
recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long
I came to believe it would never end. It worked well for a long time,
but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it.

On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer
attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people
in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there
a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that,
I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator,
in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie.
But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably
will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think
Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant,
friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated.
But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines
and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea
of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage
and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by
a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive
as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of
limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and
eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not
heroes to me any longer.

A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked
his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have
been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he
faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the
decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb
next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the
bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day,
is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a
piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was
guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it
just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a
little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who
have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets
of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their
bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis
from terrorists. We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year
on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely
scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq
and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are
anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such
poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by
pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...
.the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central
and have no idea if they will return alive, The orderlies and paramedics
who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare
them for surgery, the teachers and nurses who throw their whole
spirits into caring for autistic children, the kind men and women who
work in hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every
fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center
as the towers began to collapse.

Now you have my idea of a real hero. We are not responsible for
the operation of the universe, and what happens to us
is not terribly important.God is real, not a fiction, and
when we turn over our lives to Him, he takes far better
care of us than we could ever do for ourselves. In a word,
we make ourselves sane when we fire ourselves as the directors
of the movie of our lives and turn the power over to Him.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one
that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human.

I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be
as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...
or Martin Mull or Fred Willard -- or as good an economist as Samuelson
or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close
to any of them. But I could be a devoted father to my son,
husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who
had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life.
I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well
indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid
attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father
as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then
entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers
in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived
to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty,
in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others
He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.


By Ben Stein


Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.

 

[Black Tulip]

Not sure this is the right place ...

but I wanted to share.

This weekend it was 60 years ago that the biggest airborne operation in history went awry. I'm talking about Operation Market Garden, better known perhaps as the Battle of Arnhem.
Most of you will have heard of it or seen it in the film A bridge too far.

It should have ended WWII, but succeeded in getting 1750 men killed (in a single battle), a whole town nearly destroyed and the front stuck at the Rhine. Leaving the south of the Netherlands free, the north still occupied and facing what was to become the Hunger Winter.

Seeing the last living veterans from England and Poland on tv yesterday, I felt the tears coming to my eyes.

Perhaps it is middle age setting in, but the older I get, the more it touches me to see those old, old men coming back to pay hommage to their fallen comrades.

I want to cry because their lives were ruined beyond repair and I want to cry because they gave me and my country the freedom to express what's in our hearts.

 

[oggbashan]

10 of the veterans, all over 80, parachuted down to Arnhem on Saturday. 7 of them, including one who was blinded 60 years ago, came down piggyback. 3 jumped alone. One of them landed in trees. He said that it was a lot easier than the real thing. No one was shooting at him. Another added a detail: When he and his comrades landed 60 years ago they were in a hay field that was on fire. Many of them died from their own exploding ammunition.

There was a catastophic failure of intelligence. The paratroopers landed on top of an elite Nazi unit that was in training for a counter-offensive. For US Litsters that is like a lightly armed and outnumbered enemy parachuting down on the US Marine Corps. The paratroopers were massacred.

Og

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Head Hung Proud

Bombings, shellings, a Soldiers
marching steps,

Far away the tears
of a loved one's wept.

The proud Eagle
hangs it's head,

As more sand turns
a blackened red.

Be it ours
or be it they'res

Rockets, mortars,
hand-grenades and flares

The Eagle that soars in the air
is there,

His head may hang slightly
weary with despair.

But It's pride still shines
and it's heart still cares.

Wings outreached
and feathers a flare,

Strength shown in it's
Cry's out loud,

While the Eagles
head hung Proud.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

National Bosses Day~

Yesterday was National Bosses day...
just curious but it seems that this day
should be on a week day when people
are at work with their bosses...or is it
set a side to give you a day away from
your boss...he he he

Thanks for the post Og!
Black Tulip~
Bama~

on a military note...the Eagle Still cry's
for blood shed still reigns...

This week in history...
October 11th
Columbus Day

October 12th 2000
Bombing of the U.S.S. COLE


October 13, 1775
U.S Navy was established...

October 14, 1952
Operation Showdown
Battle of Hill 598
(Sniper ridge began)

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Iraq on a better road of life already~

Can you circulate this? This is a letter
from Ray Reynolds, a medic in the
Iowa Army National Guard, serving in Iraq:



As I head off to Baghdad for the final weeks
of my stay in Iraq, I wanted to
say thanks to all of you who did not
believe the media. They have done a
very poor job of covering everything
that has happened. I am sorry that I
have not been able to visit all of you
during my two week leave back home.
And just so you can rest at night knowing
something is happening in Iraq
that is noteworthy, I thought I would pass
this on to you. This is the list
of things that has happened in Iraq recently:




* Over 400,000 kids have up-to-date immunizations.



* School attendance is up 80% from levels before the war.



* Over 1,500 schools have been renovated and rid of the weapons stored there so education can occur.



* The port of Uhm Qasar was renovated
so grain can be off-loaded from ships faster.



* The country had its first 2 billion barrel
export of oil in August.



* Over 4.5 million people have clean
drinking water for the first time ever in Iraq.



* The country now receives 2 times the
electrical power it did before the war.



* 100% of the hospitals are open and fully
staffed, compared to 35% before the war.



* Elections are taking place in every major city,
and city councils are in place.



* Sewer and water lines are installed in every major city.



* Over 60,000 police are patrolling the streets.



* Over 100,000 Iraqi civil defense police are securing the country.



* Over 80,000 Iraqi soldiers are patrolling the
streets side by side with US soldiers.



* Over 400,000 people have telephones for t
he first time ever.



* Students are taught field sanitation and
hand washing techniques to prevent the spread of germs.



* An interim constitution has been signed.



* Girls are allowed to attend school.



* Textbooks that don't mention Saddam
are in the schools for the first time in 30 years.



Don't believe for one second that these
people do not want us there. I have
met many, many people from Iraq that
want us there, and in a bad way. They
say they will never see the freedoms
we talk about but they hope their
children will. We are doing a good job in Iraq
and I challenge anyone,
anywhere to dispute me on these facts.
If you are like me and very disgusted
with how this period of rebuilding has
been portrayed.

Ray Reynolds, SFC Iowa Army National Guard
234th Signal Battalion

thanks Ray~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

More Hostages?

I heard the Eagle Cry today...

Tomorrow is ...

U.S. Navy Day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On...
1983 Operation Urgent Fury...???
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And today...

Our two presidential candidates...
spat about each other
while MORE hostages were taken
and the misshap with the Iraq soldiers???

a wet teary pool sits below the Eagle today.
"Drip"

 

[bamagirl]

To all the soldiers of the world Thank You

http://www.happydaycards.com/holidays_dec/Xmasmil2.html

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Snake Watchin'

They snake in the tunnels of darkness
for their souls are twisted in hopes of a death
to end their mental anguish they grasp
the innocent and meek for they have no spine.
Running through the desert sands like a scorpion
to sting those who have found a better life
out of the shadows of their mentally chained existance.

The dark ages of modern times
is in the spiritual mind that gardens deaths wake.
there is no honor in deciet to smile and shake the hand
of the man that will escort you to hell when the hull
of life cradles in a coil of singed flesh that smells
better than the soul of a person who puts any stock
in a ficticious scribles and crins that filled your minds void
and set the soul a fire with visions, not facts.

It is hard to ask a snake to stand and fight like a man.
Instead they wait in the shadows tremble and they shake with fear
for they have not intellect, they have dreams. They are not
allowed to think rational for then they would not be a serpent.
The fangs only touch the innocent and easy prey, a cowards bite.
That's my words and I'll take my stand, please lock me in a room...
with the taliban.

I can tell the swimmers to watch for sharks
and that the eagle soars and the afgan barks.
But most of all I say to you, mustard up some courage
and hone your wits too, load your shells with powder from hell
because the war on terrorism will, be fought by me and you.
We are now the sentries for our country's sake,
Sittin on the front porch rocking, watching for snakes.

I slam the Moo's lamb and spit in the snakes eye
A lot of, a lot of, alas a lot of lies. May thunder bolts peirce your
wreck'tem walls, ala know is that this injustice shows the yellow
stripe down the serpents back and dishonor that shrouds a mind
with any connection with being lower than a snakes belly.
With honor and love we rebuild what was chipped by the inflicted,
discontent and zealous.