The Buzzard Must Eat as Well as the Worm

The buzzards must eat as well as the worms,
And here lies sustenance for thy mind.
So as the soldier knows and fighting learns,
He gives as much for little returns.

Here is the camp for their way, their kind,
Discipline exhales in uniform breath.
Signed away their lives, and souls they find,
Being of service, their enemies they bind.

Then war, then life, then peace brings death,
And the weakest of minds begin to break.
Though we at our end, gripping our sneath,
Live to know our victory's breadth.

This is the nature of the great nations and all,
For governments fight for the people's turn.
Even when lovers quake, so we appall,
The buzzard must eat as well as the worm.

By Evan Gunn Wilson


The Eulogy for America

Friends! Americans! Countrymen! Lend me your thoughts! I come to celebrate our nation's freedom, not to praise it's founding. The rebellion of our fore fathers lives on as sin for them alone and does not descend on us. Though, we inherit the good oft interred by the wearing of their bones. So let it be with Washington. And the Democrats have told you that America is ambitious. I believe it were so, but only then was it a grievous fault. And the LORD had blessed it as his merciful answer, though we deserve less. The Democrats are perhaps honorable in their intentions, save some individuals. I write to speak of my nation's freedom for it has provided and been just to me; but the Democrats say that it has been ambitious, and the Democrats have thoughtful intentions. America has brought many immigrants home to our largest city, to whom we provided jobs so as to be their own dependents. And our prosperity fills the pockets of the middle class man. Does this in America seem ambitious? And when the poor have cried our presidents have wept; I had expected that ambition was made of sterner stuff. Yes, Democrats say that America is ambitious, and Democrats are nobles, save those certain that are not. many of you read in history books near our Independence Day, that some of the founders wanted to make a king for America; at which point a refusal was made for democracy's sake. Was this ambitious? Yet, Democrats say we are and have been ambitious, and they are noble men. I write not to slander our opponents, but rather I write what I know of history. You all did love America once, and not without cause. What cause withholds you then to mourn for the recessive state? This judgement is brought on by brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason! But in years past the word of the president might have stood against the world. But here we people lie, apologizing to the world with none too rich to do the empire reverence. But hear my words! If I were disposed to stir your hearts and minds to rebellion and rage I shall do my president wrong and my LORD, God and Savior wrong. I had rather be rid of my freedoms than to wrong any of my authorities. But have patience good Americans. It is not meet for you to rebel, but wait for our organized rebellion that by allowance of democracy happens every two years. You are not dumb. You are not lifeless. But you are men, and being men hearing the will of our founders, it will inflame you; it will make you mad. Perhaps, it is better you know not by me that you are heirs to opportunity, but think upon it yourself how your governors once loved you. At once when our rulers stab at the heart of the nation then falls America, then I, then you and all of us have fallen down; all the while socialism flourished over us. I hope you feel a dint of pity; not for thyself but for others and their misguided ways. These I have are gracious drops. And now kind souls, as you think upon it, weep when you behold what has been made of the freedom offered the world. Again I say, Let me not stir you up to mutiny, that I could not handle being causal to such defiance. They who have made it this are noble. More noble than I. And what private obligations they abide in, I know not what convinced them to this way of thinking. And need I remind that I only speak right on about what I and you know and see.

For all the good our nation has done and we that inherit the abundance; here was a country. When comes such another?

By William Shakespeare and Evan Gunn Wilson


The Monarch of God to His Enemy

The war and battles achieved no less,
Than to present the world that you are my guest.
To strike fear in their minds with the damage we wake,
And remind their empire that I may take.

The men of my army do salute at my presence,
And love to serve in our most brutish events.
The wives of my men see their provision,
So, their love for them coincides my vision.

Though, my dastardly vision! What shall I call it?
Daring world conquest, but the gnostics had fought it.
Those devilish "lovers", our conscience they tease,
They'll equalize all and then dub it peace.

I smote them down; their ideals lay in graves,
So thy only hope is to pray to him who saves.
I have no boundary. I have no wall,
That I am monarch, the be all end all.

Frankly, I suggest you surrender soon,
So come to me, or you'll die at noon.
I'll be waiting here for my God's command,
For he made gods as no other can.

Sincerely, in great respect and love,
Your Plague

By Evan Gunn Wilson