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D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-06-11 06:40 PM

He stands before the judge
Barely able to comprehend
Ready to be sentenced to life
For killing a person
In the sin of the streets

He lies in a ditch
Bleeding to death
For a country
That will not allows him to drink
A beer in the legality
Of his home
Creating fear that his driving rights
Will be taken for a whisper of alcohol

One child reaches adulthood at thirteen
In the street that claims his innocence
He is thrown to the wolves
Of our legal system

One adult in childhood
Is ready to give up his life to defend our standards
Who may never reach the time to grow up
To the legality of being a whole person
In every aspect of being an American

On was drafted soon after birth
With no hope to attain a purpose
The streetwise torture chamber of hard knocks
Lets him fight for territory not his own
For bragging rights to a piece of dirt
In the middle of a filth infested cesspool

The privileged athlete was awarded a stellar trophy
His sheltered life was academically challenged
In books promising a bright future
In a stepping stone of rights
He climbed the social ladder

King of a mole hill
His manhood barely showing
He struts the walk that talks
In a language of rhythm
That sings in the gangs of youth

Graduating valedictorian
Affluent to Middle America
Serving in the Army of hope
Giving him the finances
To get the degree of hope

In a war ravaged city
The youth is repelled
Soon after infancy
Coming together to fight
In the bruises of survival

In a second of time
The youth became the man of pain
Where a thirteen year old sniper
Had put a gapping hole
In the blood that sees no age

His life was mirroring death
As a fellow soldier from
A country not his own
Had the rights of a real soldier
Giving him a drink of Jack Daniel
In the celebration of his manhood

For it seems in the states we have to kill
To be considered an adult
While we send kids out to defend us
For they are not yet fully legal adults

Do we have hope of soldiers becoming adults
Before they die
Not when Californians want to take the rights
To smoke away from them
But they can serve in our armed forces
In ever diminishing rights

(still needs some refinements)

Email me at davelyoung1@hotmail.com
D.Lester Young (05/11/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

1 posted 2002-06-11 06:52 PM

Refinement? probably, but the message is clear and strong. Don't dilute it.

Sayyy?... weren't we standing together at that anti-war rally back in '68'?

~wranx

EarthenSoul
Member

since 2002-05-30

Posts 163
WA, USA

2 posted 2002-06-11 07:09 PM

I am hearing you loud and clear. I love how bold and "in your face" this is. I agree, don't dilute a bit of it! Great write, strong voice!

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