The Enemy Within

The following is a poem written by my dear friend and adopted soldier Forrest Langley. Forrest served his country courageously and loves America more than anybody I have ever met in my life. He has PSTD and severe brain trauma but still begs and pleads with the Army to go back to Iraq to “gun” with his fellow soldiers. Regardless of how you feel about the war, please read Forrest’s beautiful poem and give some thought to a wounded warrior’s unique perspective.

You can listen to his story here

THE ENEMY WITHIN
Soldiers want peace and so much much more
Than these limp wrist panty waist anti war
Who declared our defeat on the Senate floor
Voting with the enemy becoming their Whore

These anti-war liberal traitors the enemy protect
While our enemies our building a Manhattan Project
By going to sleep this problem will not go away
Youll wake up to a mushroom cloud some day

Soldiers Blood is too high a price to pay
while politicians dance in political play
Deployed Soldiers wives hair turns grey
Betraying our bleeding soldiers is not ok

Hear their haunting cries Mothers Fathers weep
Yet these divided politicians slumber and sleep
House and Senate say pull out and commit treason
While soldiers spill there blood for a noble reason

Our men dying bleeding with blood they pay
while crooked politicians tiddly winks play
This is Americas beloved son and daughter
Quenching freedoms thirst with blood they water

Deceptive traitors this is no political game
Soldiers dying while each other you blame
Look freedom is bleeding from the heart
We are at war so finish what you start

Democrat Republicans do you care?
your causing your soldiers to despair
pull out our troops you scream and say
We look at you and ashamed we pray

We have had it up to here with this political whore
Leave us Soldiers alone for we must win this war
Senators Congressmen declared our defeat
Youve betrayed our Blood its us you cheat

Pull out our forces is a Fools Illusion
Enemy within sent us strong delusion
Blind you dont realize whats at stake
Islamic Manhattan Project will you shake

Calling a modern Paul Revere where are you
Scream from your horse with courage true
Startle Shake Shock this deluded nation
With horrors heart wound scream devistation

Ride Paul ride death is on your trail
And behind Paul is destruction and hell
When Americas streets run blood red
Youll wish you listened to what Paul Said.