An American Tale to Baghdad’s Dusty Trail

Thomas was the first to disembark in old Jamestown
In 1630, he built a place where freedom should always sound
When Liberty called, Joshua held high the flag from ’76 till ’81
Scraped and bloodied and wearing the mark of a true American son
Thomas and Samuel with cries of freedom joined Nathan and George
From ’61 to ’65, the spirit of Liberty their courage bravely forged
My grandfather G. Thomas lived outside Liberty’s calling time
Then her torch lit the sky; he sent his blood to stop a war of crime
In ’44 and ’45 Liberty marked a star upon Jack Calvin’s sleeve
Surrounded by all the stripes they’ll permit a Leader of the free
Lift the torch; Leader return, bring your brother from ’50 till ’53
The fife and drum of woe held James back from the ranks for victory
Cried death,”bring me a brother’s innocent blood”. More and more
Erase with peace would Jeffrey the seething smell of the wage of war
Build walls of hate opaque. Soldier, Chaplain intercessor placate
Yet, Liberty stood silent for such a long time, from ’74 till ’88
Oh, Lady Liberty why do you call once more? I stand here before
Liberty’s Harbor’s Gates and Heaven’s Throne to plea respite, not war
Oh, God not my own-take not my own, Arbiter of Grace, awaiting Thee
I send my own to Baghdad’s dusty trail, my own Evan, awaiting Thee