Where are the men?

This is a poem my younger sister wrote this last week which I thought she did a wonderful job on.


Where are the men, who for freedom fought,
With blood, and tears this country they bought?
Where are the men, who gave their lives,
So their future children and grandchildren could rise?
It’s these men we crave, who are not afraid of the grave.
It’s these men we need, who are heroes because of their deed.

Where are the men, who died with Washington,
Those who did not give up, ‘till the war was won?
Where are the men, who stood straight and tall,
Who helped out country, when she teetered but did not fall?
It’s these men we want, danger will not their spirits taunt.
It’s these men we yearn, for this country their brave hearts did burn.

Where are the men, who fought in World War II?
They fought, bled, cried and lay dead in the dew.
Where are the men, who bled for Uncle Sam?
Young boys, going off to war, and became a man.
It’s these men and boys, who gave up their toys,
To become the heroes, as they fought our foes.

Where are the men, who fought, but while at home?
Their battles just as big, but not in Japan, Spain, or Rome.
Where are the men, who lead our families the right way,
Fighting the good fight and fighting it every single day?
Fathers, sons, and leaders, pastors and teachers.
We need more of them, we need more of these true men!

Where are the men, brave soldiers and strong fathers?
Who fight for their wives, theirs sons, and their daughters?
Where are the men? In our country going tender!
The true men are dying, and their number getting slender.
We need you, true men! This country needs you again!
Do not hide in fright. Don’t just sit, but fight the good fight!

~Susanna R. Criss