The People At Home

Rise in the morning, silence at taps—this is the way our lives elapse. We're doing our best and we know it's good But the people at home don't think we should.

We face death almost every day But the people at home don't even pray. Wheels of communism are steadily turning But the people at home are draft card burning.

To defend one's country has always been right But the people at home are reluctant to fight. In the past we had demonstrators too Arnold, Booth and Oswald to name but a few.

This poem was written by: Jim Dickson 1965