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Illegitimi non carborundu
[FONT=Arial Unicode MS, sans-serif]TheSheepdogs
Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothingmore than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise theiryoung,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives sereneupon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
Onverdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naughtto flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is nothreat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdog’s aremysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
Thesefang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of thecarnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst ourdocile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They haveno use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
Wehave no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midsta beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack;they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
Theyslash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Whohad no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Easternlair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry,“Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too ourplight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life ofillusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Untilhe has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Notuntil he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs ofWar
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose thesheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’veshown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.
RussVaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st AirborneDivision
Vietnam 65-66[/FONT]
Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothingmore than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise theiryoung,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives sereneupon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
Onverdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naughtto flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is nothreat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdog’s aremysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
Thesefang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of thecarnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst ourdocile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They haveno use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
Wehave no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midsta beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack;they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
Theyslash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Whohad no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Easternlair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry,“Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too ourplight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life ofillusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Untilhe has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Notuntil he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs ofWar
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose thesheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’veshown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.
RussVaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st AirborneDivision
Vietnam 65-66[/FONT]