Merchants Of War

CONSERVATIVE ZART poet TOM 50

AMERICA AT war poems

The White House
Washington

March 16, 2007

Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and CEO
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Michigan at Ann Arbor

Dear Lillian

Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am grateful for your efforts to honor our brave military and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in world history.

Best wishes.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

Inflexible HONOR

Weakness invites moral situation, war and aggression

Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.

Anything we love can be destroyed and transformed

By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

When we look at something bad in the face

For the corruption of our morals, faith and determination.

God gives us the courage to defend what is right

No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

Evil seeks to destroy the good in humans

And the silent memory of God's law.

It belongs to the faithful to stay unyielding

Defending freedom and justice for all.

Our men and women who serve in danger

The armor that the free world depends.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

Everything we stand for is gone.


God loves his SOLDIERS

It is sometimes difficult to protect what is right

Sometimes we're scorned as for others we are fighting.

Some of us are prepared independently of the loss

To validate our souls to save the cross.

Evil prospers on greed and hatred of man

Always eager to destroy and defecate.

the grace of God descends upon the soul of man

The cleaning of impure where he can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has its problems from birth.

God's seed of goodness has delayed man's demise

Thank Heaven for his heroes the strongest and the wise.

The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday

Just how many, that alone could say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

Never Be Afraid to be Proud AMERICA


America, abundance, where I was born
I will cherish until the day I die.
When the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved the same as I.

Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where the green grass grow.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are fortunate
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes in rivers and freshwater lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

It is the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and factories
Balanced in a box on wheels.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories high
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.

The flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves dreams come true in America.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
.