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                LOST SOULS'

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WE ARE THE Voice's Of The Misfortunes
The wheels of the press are rolling.
A new book is being born.
Reaching down deep into my enter soul, 
Looking for stories that need to be told. 
What I write is not for you,
It is for all they had to do.
Today I speak for all those,
That died for the life they chose 
They were Soldiers that fought in wars
Just so you can be standing where you are,
ON 
AMERICAN SOIL. 

If what I write bothers you, good,
   because that is what I am after.
                                                                                                                                                   Everyday I see the faces. of boys that went to wars, 
                                                                                                                                                     Just What the hell you think they are fighting for? 

                                                                                                                                                            YOUR FREEDOM. 

                                                                                                                                                          HELP A VET. EVERY CHANCE YOU GET.
                                                                                                                                                           WE ARE THE Voice's Of The Misfortunes
                                                                                                                                                                 Southern Acts PRESENT'S 
                                                                                     
                                                                                                                                                           WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
                                                                                                                                                                      EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
                                                                                                                                                                      COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS

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Lost

Souls’

 

BY        

THE MISFORTUNES

COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS

INTRODUCTION

I was a Soldier, that’s all

Soldiers kill and they die. It was not for us to question why.  

      TODAY I WRITE FOR WHAT I THINK IS RIGHT. I WAS THERE I SAW ALL THAT I NEEDED TO SEE, I FOUGHT FOR A COUNTRY THAT DID NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME. WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO WIN THAT WAR. IT WAS NOT FOR ANY FREEDOM THAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR.

I have written these poems to remind you, Just who it was that died for you.

A SOLDIER

Vietnam Veteran   1968-69

 

TABLE OF CONTENT 

A SOLDIERS SHAME

I WONDER

LAST LETTER

I SIT WITH YOU

IN YOUR LIGHT

DAD

BEST OF THE BEST

MY BOY

YOU’RE GUN

CROSS THE SEAS



A SOLDIERS SHAME
As a soldier, she was taught to kill and mane.
It did not matter that she knew no names.
There was no remorse about what she had done,
for it was America that gave her that gun.

They taught her how to kill with no shame.
That is when she learned that life was no game.
She was told it was something she had to do,
yet why is it she feels sorry for what she did to you?

No names did she know,
but the images of faces will not go.
Your screams and your tears,
she now feels after all these years.

As a Soldier, she did her job well,
that is why, she feels, she is going to Hell.
Yes she has walked through the Valley of Death,
Yes, she does fear that Evil itself.

For she is that Evil, that she fears,
she used to think that life was so dear.
Thank you America for what you have done
turned her life to Hell, when you handed her that Gun.


 

 

 

I WONDER

 

Across the land I wonder,
Why did you leave me over yonder?

You had brought home part of me,
But my spirit is still not free.  

I had died to set men free,

Yet you have shamed me.Those that survived this war,

Fought for who they are!  

You had disrespected them,

My spirit still lies over the sea.Because of you I get no rest,

We knew they had done their best.

  This is the way it’s going be,

We all died here so that they would be set free.

These are the best of the best.

These men are America’s Vets 

 

Now it is up to you,

You really should do what you need to do.

The next time you see an old Vet.

Trying showing them some respect.

 

 

 

LAST LETTER

 

The night I died I was reading your last letter,

You were worried; I told you things would get better.
My son was coming due, That’s why I knew I had a job to do.

 

His freedom was at hand,

That’s why I choose to protect this land.

You were my life, I was proud to have you as my wife.

 

 

 

 

I loved the way you made me smile,

I was thinking of you when I died.
As I watched when they put me down, Laid me to rest in that cold ground.

 

I could see you crying,

Please don’t ever stop trying.

It is because of your freedom,

Men are dying.

 

As I sit up here in the clouds,

You and my son have made me proud.

I am honored to have died for you,

Because I really did love you!







I SIT WITH YOU

 

My time had come,

My job was done.

When I met you,

I knew then that you were true.

 

When I needed love,

You shined down on me from above.

You showed me what I had to do,

So that in the end I could sit with you,

 

You had shined so bright,

As you watched over me last night!

You shined for the world to see,

You had now taken me.

 

For you I done my time,

To fight and protect my kind!

It was a job I had to do.

Because that is what pleased you!

 

Now only time will tell,

If you have freed me from my hell!

I knew that my life was true,

Because now I sit with you!

 

 

 




IN YOUR LIGHT

 

When I got wound, I could not see,

Yet I knew that you were there with me.

My sword in hand

I had been fighting for this land.

 

I knew, I was never on my own,

I knew, you had never left me alone.

You were there my side,

You were there when I died.

 

Yet, I am not sure,

If I really knew what I fought for

What I did know,

It was a place I had to go.

  

When I choose to raise my Hand,

That was the day, I became a man.

I had done my job well,

Hoping you could free me from this hell.

 

Here I sit tonight,

I sit with you in your light.

For America, I had died,

For I knew, you were on my side!

 

 

DAD

  

To many tears I have cried,

I cannot forget, as hard as I try.

You where my friend,

That chose to fight as other men.

 

When you left, you went off to war.

We knew nothing of what they were fighting for.

I was just kid, wanting to have fun,

Now you stood there with that gun.

  

Little did I know?

That is was going to be your time to go.

Now I sit out at night,

Looking for that star that shines so bright!

 

You see Dad,

I knew not what I had.

You had died, before my life had begun.

You were killed by a Damn gun.

 

Now I have a friend with me,

I hold him up high for you to see.

Dad, I am proud of what you had done,

Now as a father, I am proud to show you,

You’re Grandson.






BEST OF THE BEST

 

They were the best of the best,

Never getting no rest

They were soldiers, who fought in the night,

They knew only to do what was right.

 

They fought and they died,

Many loved ones had to cry.

They never question an order,

They did it for their sons and their daughters.

 

Many lives are changed in hell

And they all have stories to tell.

For you, they gave more than the rest,

For they were the best of the best

 

Many wives cried,

When their husbands gave their lives

When they shared their last kiss,

Little did they know there would be no more of this?

 

They are missed by the fathers and their mothers,

They were loved above all others

For them they gave no less,

For they were the best of the best!

 

 




MY BOY

 

When I felt for war, I had a boy.

Only five he was still playing with toys

Because I had chosen to carry a gun,

His new life had now begun.

 

I was a Great Dad that gave my all,

Just so he could keep playing with that toy.

He asked his mom, what I died for.

She said so we can stand where we are.




 

Today I look down,

I see your Mom is not around.

I have been watching you son,

I know that you have been carrying a gun.

 

It is your life,

You do what you think is right.

As a father I did what I had to do,

I did it all just for you.

 

I need you to know,

I am sorry that I had to go.

There are things I still want to tell you,

Son, you have made me proud of you FOR WHAT YOU NOW DO.

 




 

 

YOU’RE GUN

 

I am sitting in this old Chair,

Trying to act like I don’t care

But you see that can’t be so,

For I still have some time to go.

 

Today I write for those that can write no more,

For it is for them, who I do this for

They were proud of what they had done,

They knew what could happen when they picked up that gun.




As men they protected this land,

As Soldiers they walked with a gun in their hand

It was their freedom to chose,

They knew what they had to lose

 

There is a reason that I was spared,

Because they knew that I would care.

For them I write,

Showing you what is right.

 

For you they gave their life

Try doing what was right.

When they were young

They died for you because they were carrying your gun.

 




CROSS THE SEAS

 

 

So here I stand today,

Saying just what I have to say.

I was in a war,

That you did not care for

 

Little did you know?

That the tears would still show.

You treated us with no respect,

Yet at that time we were all you could get.

 

You drafted us you see,

So your sons did not have to cross that sea.

You protested with your flowers,
yet you took away our powers.

  

So now again I fight,

Just doing what I think is right.

I have the power of the pin,

Yes my words come from within.

 

As for you to see,

You will only get the truth for me.

My life was spared so that I may share.

The memories of the men that cross the seas

THEY WERE THE SOLDIERS OF           

WAR. SOUTHERN ACTS PRESENTS 

"THE MISFORTUNES"

WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN


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