A Few Good Men

A Few Good Men

by Kel

“We live in a world with walls, and these walls need to be guarded by men with guns,” said he.

Who's gonna do it? You? You? Me? Me? Do we?

And in the middle of every bribe and abuse and indiscretion we see

We forget that when push comes to shove, a few good men will rise inevitably

Forty-four lives lost! Forty-four, forsooth!

And so the least their noble leader can do for you is to honor

That none may forget the #Fallen44 and the horror

That only comes from strife and the unavoidable human error

Yet instead, absence. Neglect. A cavalier sort of tenor

Forty-four were discarded, belated balms can never soothe

We use words like honor, code, loyalty for a life spent defending

And now, one of you wonders, “was the sacrifice worth making?”

Where was he, o great one, when the forty-four were needing

Little more than your compassion; a few good men lost to politicking?

Forty-four lives, microscopic? Ridiculously uncouth!

We are not he. We cannot pretend to be great, but we benefit

From rising and sleeping under the protection of your blanket

And though from time to time, we may question it,

Today we forget for a moment and instead thank a few good men, we cannot ever forget:

To the forty-four we thank you; we can handle the truth