We Are All
The Patriot Guard
By Milton E. McKinney ©
aka Breaktrack
Honoring one of our heroes today, who left
family and friends so dear,
Died in a war zone doing her job a long,
long way from here.
The honor guard is standing tall, the flag draped ever so
right.
A long, long day of mourning will be followed
by a long, long night.
Riders appear from near and far, so final
respects can be paid,
To stand up tall and silent, where a heroes’
remains are laid.
The cemetery is so, so quiet, hardly a
sound do you hear,
Till the guns go off, and Taps is played,
to more than a single tear.
Then you hear the biker coming, from way
off down the road
His bike has a sound, the typical one;
his pipes are loud and low.
You’re not sure if he’s one
of ours, so late and riding hard,
You hope it’s not, it won’t
be right, please not a Patriot
Guard!
With all your heart you wish you could
rush out and slow him down,
Find him another way to go, some way to
go around.
You just know we’re going to look
bad when that noise moves up the hill,
You’ve worked so hard to make things
right but now it’s all for nil.
Then something happens, something has changed,
you can feel it in your heart,
The sound of the throttle turning down,
and your worries coming apart.
The rider sees the honor there, the tribute
and the grief,
And adds respect by coasting by, as silent
as a thief.
That unknown biker makes it by and throttles
up once more,
But gently he accelerates; he knows what
we’re here for.
He’s shown us we are not the only
ones who show respect,
We’re all Patriot Guard Riders, just not all members yet.
So stand up tall and silent all you riders
every where,
We’ve got a long, long way to go,
a lot of road to share.
Many days to stand like this, though it’s
hard to comprehend,
We’ll be here again, together like
this, many times before the end
So be like that one lone biker, throttle
back and slow way down,
Spend just a little time if you will and
throw some respect around,
For our warriors are out there protecting
us all, keeping us safe at night,
And paying respect, and honoring them,
is the only thing that’s right.
Copyright
©2006 by Milton McKinney
