Fear by General George Patton

Discussion in 'Fiction & Non-Fiction Stories' started by RevWC, Aug 8, 2011.

  1. RevWC

    RevWC The Future?


    I am that dreadful, blighting thing,

    Like rat holes to the flood.

    Like rust that gnaws the faultless blade,

    Like microbes to the blood.

    I know no mercy and no truth,

    The young I blight, the old I slay.

    Regret stalks darkly in my wake,

    And ignominy dogs my way.

    Sometimes, in virtuous garb I rove,

    With facile talk of easier way;

    Seducing where I dare not rape,

    Young manhood, from it's honor's sway.

    Again, in awesome guise I rush,

    Stupendous, through the ranks of war,

    Turning to water, with my gaze,

    Hearts that, before, no foe could awe.

    The maiden who has strayed from right,

    To me must pay the mead of shame.

    The patriot who betrays his trust,

    To me must owe his tarnished name.

    I spare no class, nor cult, nor creed,

    My course is endless through the year.

    I bow all heads and break all hearts,

    All owe me homage -- I am FEAR.
  2. Meerkat

    Meerkat Seeking The Truth

    Rev.,did Patton actally write this?

    I never knew he was a poet.I know he saw some terrible things done in the name of fear.

    I know that when Patton,Eisenhower and MacArtur visited one of the nazi concentration sites it was so horrible that Pattom threw up.
    They said the men looked like spiders walking around with small heads on all fours because they were too weak to stand.
    Dictators are the epitomy of evil.

  3. stayingthegame

    stayingthegame Well-Known Member

    Patton was a highly educated man who loved, and in a way, lived the classics. he did write poetry.
  4. Meerkat

    Meerkat Seeking The Truth


    What a surprise.I never would have guessed this man of war had such talent in writting.I guess he needed something to counter the stress it brings on our best.
    He could be mean but in those circumstances who would'nt be.:wave:
  5. dc300a

    dc300a Active Member

    PEACE- George S. Patton

    Patton was a poet all through his career. This was written at the end of WWI

    Peace (November 11, 1918)

    I stood in the flag-decked cheering crowd
    Where all but I were gay,
    And gazing on their extecy,
    My heart shrank in dismay.

    For theires was the joy of the "little folk"
    The cruel glee of the weak,
    Who, banded together, have slain the strong
    Which none alone dared seak.

    The Bosch we know was a hideous beast
    Beyond our era's ban,
    But soldiers still must honor the Hun
    As a mighty fighting man.

    The vice he had was strong and real
    Of virtue he had none,
    Yet he fought the world remorselessly
    And very nearly won...

    And looking forward I could see
    Like a festering sewer;
    Full of the fecal Pacifists
    Which peace makes us endure....

    None of the hold and blatant sin
    The disregard of pain,
    The glorious deeds of sacrefice
    which follow in wars train.

    Instead of these the little lives
    Will blossom as before,
    Pale bloom of creatures all too weak
    To hear the light of war.

    While we whose spirits wider range
    Can grasp the joys of strife,
    Will moulder in the virtuous vice
    Of futile peaceful life.

    We can but hope that e're we drown
    'Neath treacle floods of grace,
    The tuneless horns of mighty, Mars
    Once more shall rouse the Race

    When such times come, Oh! God of War
    Grant that we pass midst strife,
    Knowing once more the whitehot joy
    Of taking human life.

    Then pass in peace, blood-glutted Bosch
    And when we too shall fall,
    We'll clasp in yours our gory hands
    In High Valhallas' Hall.
  6. dc300a

    dc300a Active Member

    Here is a blog that has several of his poems.

    Patton Poems
  7. RevWC

    RevWC The Future?

    I like this phrase and thanks so much for the link!!!!!!!!!!:congrat::congrat:
  8. Magus

    Magus Scavenger deluxe

    Seems he was a bit of a prophet too.
  9. Amadeaus

    Amadeaus Member

    I find it no suprise that he was a poet. So were the samurai.
  10. gypsysue

    gypsysue The wanderer