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Fear

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.
 

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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.
 

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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.
 

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

Peace (November 11, 1918)

And looking forward I could see
Like a festering sewer;
Full of the fecal Pacifists
Which peace makes us endure....
I like this phrase and thanks so much for the link!!!!!!!!!!:congrat::congrat:
 
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