Not This Time

They gathered in the 60s And Ol’ Glory burned and tore With all their hollow slogans such as Let’s make love, not war.’

They took for granted freedoms Struggled for in every clime. But as their sequel gathers steam We’re saying Not this time.’

Peaceniks still don’t grasp the irony As they demand free speech. Atop soapboxes, with bullhorns They curse and mock and preach.

And in our country that’s their right Twas earned in blood and grime. Secured by men they tried to shame But not now, not this time.

Perhaps someone can tell me why When marching on for "peace" These protesters bring cans of paint And beat upon police?

Their anti-war activities Bought and paid by foreign dime, They used to go unchallenged, But we promise - not this time.

They assaulted soldiers coming home With curse words, spit and worse. All done, it’s claimed, in search of peace No matter how perverse.

With Fonda, Kerry, Ramsey Clark, And others past their prime, They hope to relive "glory" days. But hold on, not this time.

Their signs laced with profanity, With swastikas and threats. Parading by with coffins Showing no signs of regret.

Demonstrating outside hospitals With signs like "Maimed for Lies." Well, free speech is a two-way street You’ve got company this time.

Outside the Capitol, perhaps Is where these types belong. But treading on such sacred ground Is insolent and wrong.

They won’t disturb memorials, Or other spots sublime. They’ve damaged several in the past, But trust me, not this time.

So on March 17th around The Wall we will be lined. Ensuring reverence does prevail, No monuments maligned.

We’ll peacefully assemble, And we’ll tolerate no crime. Forty years ago they marched alone, Forget it - not this time.

E.M. Cooper, USMC 3/1/07