pomes of buddy don: Our Only Shield

Our Only ShieldAlthough we outspend all other nationsTo defend ideals we oft forget,We feel a sense of growing desperation,As bands of criminals still pose a threat.Like British redcoats marching in their filesThrough rugged wilderness of coloniesTo be defeated by guerrilla wiles,We think our navy master of the seas.We do not understand the changed terrain —Of nations whose people are set