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ABOUT
ROGER HANCOCK:Roger is an 'S.O.V.' (Son of a Vet). His father, Kenneth A. Hancock
served in the US Army Air Corp and his uncle, John Hancock served in the US
Army, both during World War II.
Hancock had been oblivious of the American political system until 1988
when he switched from being a Democrat to becoming a Republican activist. Hancock says, "When I was apathetic and uninformed I was a Democrat." He
stated, "I looked at both platforms and asked my self, why am I a Democrat?"
As the worse nonsmoker is an ex-smoker, Hancock is now the worse kind of non-Democrat.
Hancock is an American, born, raised and residing in Auburn, Washington. His day job is that of a Telephone technician for Qwest
Communications Inc. He is basically a Telephone Installer / Repairman. When asked to write letters-to-the-editors since 1988 he would respond
with "Nah, I'm not good at writing." Then in 2000 he wrote his first letter-to-the-editor figuring he couldn't sound as stupid as the actions of
the Democrats he wrote about. That was the beginning of the over eighty letters that have been published in one newspaper or another.
Since writing his first serious poem 'Life Abounds in Nature's Sound' in January of 2001, Roger has not stopped writing, His many patriotic poems
justify his Internet handle, PoetPatriot. For more on Roger, visit his
website at www.PoetPatriot.com
SEE
HIS POEMS BELOW
It's The Veteran
by Roger W Hancock
Backbone of liberty; fighting to keep us free,
Sacrifice homeland safety; battles fought abroad.
Our first Veterans, founding fathers,
Gave to us our freedom's liberty.
'Twas not the preacher, campus organizer,
Who fought for religions free . . . free assembly.
Veterans fight for your assembly, worship free.
It was not the lawyer, politician,
Who gave your right to vote . . . trials fair.
Veterans fight for your voice, equal treatment.
Nor was it the poet, reporter,
That fought for free press . . . free speech.
Veterans fight for unhindered news, talk. . . fear free.
Saluting the flag under which he serves,
Veteran's foundation sacrifice.
Freedom mortared by brave blood spilt . . .
Maintains our liberty rights.
Copyright February 16, 2004 Roger
W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Freedom's Colors
by Roger W Hancock
"Red is for Bravery";
blood shed in sacrifice.
Freedom came with lives the price.
"White is for Liberty";
freedom's purity.
Life be free from God's decree.
"Blue is for Justice";
as vast as the sky.
Over freedom's land to occupy.
Copyright 12-22-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Those Now Gone
by Roger W Hancock
Fallen Servicemen,
for country fought;
liberty, freedom,
the primary reason.
They gave themselves,
that we be free
Fathers, mothers,
sisters, and brothers;
our dearly departed,
life for country given.
Families broken,
for liberty.
Veterans who served,
and lived to tell;
the horrors, and risks,
now sleep in peace.
Served their country,
for our security.
Unknown Soldier, MIA,
remembrance our way,
to honor you as well,
victims of a warriors hell.
Served, now lost that,
our lives be free.
Sleep now Sleep tight
rest now, duty done,
price paid in life or death.
The vigilance now be ours.
Copyright 1-26-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Hero's Price
by Roger W Hancock
Fallen soldier, American hero.
To serve is soldiers' sacrifice.
Heroes all, soldiers mission,
Some will die for freedom's sake.
Duty to serve, duty to risk,
to run the gauntlet, his life for country.
He paid the price for our security.
The ultimate cost for freedom's sake.
Families pride though little solace.
Sacrificed... their son for country.
His parents are home-side heroes.
Their hearts are torn 'tween grief and pride.
The wife and children shall not forget
the husband, father they loved so well.
Sacrifice for us they bear,
the solemn grief, with pride they wear.
Patriot lives cost, born America.
Fallen soldier joins freedom's greats.
We citizens grieve each price of life.
Patriot life paid to secure the USA.
Copyright 1-11-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Freedom
by Roger W Hancock
Ring the Bells of Freedom,
and liberty tolls for we.
Quench the Ring of Freedom,
and oppression tolls for thee.
Copyright 3-3-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Men of the Air
by Roger W Hancock
That jet with vapor trail so high,
I wonder where it's been?
Korea, Viet Nam, Iraq,
or maybe Afghanistan?
What of the pilot, flight crew,
the men who maintenance share?
Do they know their worth to us?
Do they know we care?
More of us, civilians here,
should show the men our care.
To know the cause is worth the fear,
brings courage so much near.
We know that some will not live,
to pilot us in civilian air.
I hope they know that we do care,
and that they do not fear.
Copyright 2-09-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Valiant Peace
by Roger W Hancock
Nothing worth is lost in peace,
if only peace could be achieved.
History shows man's tendencies,
but mankind does not learn.
Those that learn still must fight,
to keep the peace they have.
So onward go the wars we fight,
and dream of peace someday.
A dream of peace is just a dream,
though a valiant dream indeed.
So when World Peace to come,
you and I would long be gone.
Copyright 2-10-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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A Vision's Price
by Roger W Hancock
A vision for a country great,
from men of wealth and power.
To risk it all for peoples' rule,
in dissidence, the freedom's tool.
Rebellion against tyranny,
not of power seek.
No King, Caesar or Czar,
to rule this nation's bar.
The call of freedom,
from within their religion,
that religious freedom be,
a foundation for our liberty.
For their own social destiny,
to rule themselves alone.
No need for the dominant king,
just a self-governed free republic.
Of wealthy men to pay the cost,
for rebellion arms and wares.
Supplied each man rich or poor,
the means to fight 'till free.
Together, they, in one accord,
with single purpose to afford,
campaign for rule of one's own land,
on holy battle, bloody ground.
Wealth, comfort and some lives,
expended for the freedom's dream.
A righteous cause is never won,
without cost and vision clear.
Copyright 2-18-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Not Free
by Roger W Hancock
Nothing is ever free,
though to you it be.
Somewhere, somehow,
someone paid.
Copyright 6-15-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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American Hero
By Roger W Hancock
In a distant land, soldier's mission,
Far from home, far from liberty's security.
Continued war, peace-keeping tactics,
Reality of training, on the job learning.
Survival thoughts in heat of war,
Creates the valor, our war heroes.
One soldier volunteer, simple duty serves,
A driver to transport, one lone prisoner.
Humvee rolling, attack from nowhere,
Explosion wounding two, radio out.
Driver's arm in lap, barely attached,
Continues driving for other's safety.
The incident does not make the hero,
Training, experience defines his duty.
American soldiers are trained as best,
Hero's all, the tests will prove.
Greater mission our security,
Duty serves each menial task.
Warfare battles proving some.
An American soldier hero.
Copyright August 4, 2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Veteran's Day
by Roger W Hancock
We honor you, who fought for us,
for country's sake of freedom's plight.
You kept the greatest country great,
by sacrifice of you who served.
Honor to military, soldiers served.
There seems no risk in peace to serve.
When war breaks the silent peace,
no peace when security cease.
Sacrifice of civilian life,
careers succumb to enlist, or draft.
Families wait in fear, in prayer,
for loved ones return alive, not dead.
Returned Heroes and those deceased,
we honor, thank, though insufficient.
Parades, programs, our pride convey,
We honor you on Veteran's Day
Copyright 12-28-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Weapons of Peace
by Roger W Hancock
Weapons of mass destruction,
Whispered prayers for peace.
Peace. everyone's dream,
Your dream, my dream differs.
A dream of peace without might,
Shortsighted view will fail.
Nazi view of peace be fascist,
When all the world be racist.
Communism to seek its peace,
When people's rights eroded.
Socialism of peaceful thought;
Take from some to others give.
Though peace be thoughts desired,
Whose premise foundation builds,
The world peace. that we desire?
Muslim terrorist are seeking peace,
That the world bows down to Allah.
Tyrants seek, no wisdom thought,
The power of mass destruction.
Power to control what now exists;
Future means to future peace.
Our might upholds the peace,
History's proven fact of life;
One must fight peace less foes,
Who seek to devour our Peace.
So... whisper prayers for peace,
And control the mass destruction.
Copyright 1-27-2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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I tried to write a poem after my visit to the Moving Wall, but the emotions
were so strong no words could compare. Then... months later the words
begin to flow... it is not the 'Wall' but the men, who are
listed on the wall, that we pay tribute.
The Moving Wall
by Roger W Hancock
The Moving Wall, around the nation,
bringing to those so far away,
New York's Veteran's Memorial wall,
memorial for greatness sacrificed,
The 'Moving Wall' so aptly called.
Scores of names, past warriors' charge,
men honored, our country, served.
Panel after panel of columns and rows,
name after name of soldiers gone.
A tribute to those we lost becomes
'Thanks' to you, Vietnam survivors.
Disrespect paid, respect delayed
But now the tribute for horrors paid.
Wives, families locate lost loves' names;
Veterans, living, assist in appreciation,
for those who honor, buddies lost.
Memorial Wall remembrance recall,
in pictures, medals, or other, left in love.
Not to the wall the honor made,
but to each man whose life was laid.
The 'Wall' of rock and mortar,
Means nothing in and of itself,
But to each man whose name's engraved,
Emotion-filled honor paid.
Copyright 1-26-2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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RUSH TO WAR
by Roger W Hancock
America Rushed 12 years long into war
Why not wait longer? . Only 12 years.
Ignore violations, UN Sanctions, Saddam.
America, why did you not wait more?
Proof of chemical agents, declassified,
Ignore the proof, give him more time.
Slap Saddam's hand maybe he'll comply;
'Oil for food' his country still starves.
Another chance we must give Hussein,
Regime reigns continued oppression.
Now we see the oppressed now free,
Yet still we should have given more time.
12 years long into war we have rushed,
While people tortured, some disappear.
Ignore the oppressed but do not rush,
Saddam kills more but not by our hands.
Into war a short twelve-year wait,
No shame for rushing, perhaps the wait.
Waiting while rushing to war a must,
America rushed waiting far too long.
Copyright 4-13-03 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Demonstrators S.O.T.
by Roger W Hancock
Operation. S. O. T.
"Support Our Troops."
Flags, banners, signs,
In parks, along freeways.
Autos honking agreement;
Flag salute, In God We Trust.
Biker's club parade,
Producing patriot's roar;
Radio personalities,
Commercial but patriotic.
Sport car driver smiles,
Conspicuous camouflage.
Military base gates,
Guarding soldiers' pride.
Support not protest,
Unworthy of network news.
"Support Our Troops."
Passing cars blast horns.
Demonstrators more,
Than protestors of war.
Red, White, Blue garb.
America's pride to show.
Yellow ribbon's prayer,
Mission soldiers' safe return.
Four door sedan, four men,
Beginning weekend leave;
Windows down, smiles bright.
Yelling, "Hooray, and thanks".
Demonstrator responds back,
"No it is, THANKS, TO YOU!"
"It's you soldier that sacrifices,
Maintains the peace we know.
Away from family love,
Facing dangers so we may not."
Vietnam blight on America,
Men who were not shown,
Only saw the protestors,
Who spat on their return.
"Support Our Troops",
The anti-cry, anti-protest,
We'll show our men we care.
Never again fall to apathy,
Neglect not, our defenders,
Of peace we love back home.
Our thanks, our gratitude,
For. your service sacrifice.
Your might, your success,
Shows the world terror,
You will defend, seek out,
Enemies of our culture.
May God above remind,
Everlasting civilian cry,
We. "Support Our Troops."
Copyright May 11, 2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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One Flag
by Roger W Hancock
One flag over one land,
One flag, our ever-loving freedom.
One flag evangelize,
One flag to teach world peace.
One flag alone stands tall,
One flag in righteousness.
One flag when tattered shows,
One flag over struggling rights.
One flag of history's pride,
One flag over any other.
One flag, remembrance,
One flag, freedom's sacrifice.
One flag alone stands tall,
One flag; the red, white, and blue.
One flag, one heart, one hand,
One flag over this great land.
One flag in protest fly,
One flag, responsible liberty.
One flag, my God allows,
One flag, my worship free.
One flag, Old Glory,
One flag, American banner.
One flag, one nation's flag;
I pledge to this one flag.
Copyright June 15, 2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Tall and Free
by Roger W Hancock
Towers standing tall and free,
within, movers, shakers of affluence.
Symbols of a vibrant economy,
to the world with freedom's influence.
From the evil of a misguided culture,
spreading hate of zealot destruction.
Killing in a land thought secure,
purpose lost in their aggression.
Towers now gone, a pile of rubble,
six thousand killed by assassins' hate.
In all of America freedom excels,
to it's demise, no one can orchestrate.
We will rebuild, paid from our affluence,
decisions to make affecting the world.
Symbols again with stronger defense,
freedom reigns in our pride renewed.
America has always stood tall, free and proud,
adversity reveals our weakness to solve.
For freedom's security we'll shout aloud,
resistance only strengthens... our resolve.
Copyright 9-22-2001 Roger W Hancock - www.PoetPatriot.com
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The Price
by Roger W Hancock
There is a price for everything,
nothing is easy, nothing free.
To be left without wanting,
then you must pay the cost.
With little price paid,
and your appreciation lean,
value slips away to fade.
The desired becomes ignored.
If you yearn, if necessity be,
work for it to earn the worth.
Then care for it that you shall see,
the appraisal shall not deflate.
Freedom comes to everyone,
if the price be paid, with blood.
Sacrifice for sake of freedom,
it is not easy and it is not free.
Copyright 9-20-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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I was told this poem written the March before the attacks sounded a bit
prophetic. I wish it had been. I doubt anyone would have listened...
then.
Liberty Be
by Roger W Hancock
As a rose its beauty adorns,
has its pricks, has it's thorns.
Life in Liberty, the freedom we see,
has its trials, be forewarned.
Through the air the bell rings free,
cover the bell and the ding sounds dim.
Regulation restricts sovereign unity,
as freedom strains from lawyers' whim.
Beauty abounds in the garden of flowers,
the gardener toils, for blooms all to view.
Liberty for some is oppression for others,
rights for all means, not all rights for you.
The Nation's bell once rang free,
the crack down side proclaims the cost.
Life in liberty, is not. freedom be,
rights came, by devoted lives lost.
One single bloom awaits more flowers,
to many, too close chokes the debut.
One lone liberty may stifle another;
balance of rights is responsibility to you.
Copyright 03-04-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Angels' Angles
by Roger W Hancock
The day man's towers fell, tears fell.
The day the angels cried, angels played the angles.
Some say, "Where was God?" they do not see.
Thousands more not there that day,
the day the tears on towers fell.
Many did not fly that day,
the planes were light with load.
Brave men on one flight were placed,
To save our nation's throne.
Angels may have cried that day,
elated joy for those now saved.
A second chance to live God's ways.
Others, angels guide to 'Judgment Day',
Forever gain or eternal pain.
Ready or not their time had come,
Tears for those who's gain is pain.
Greater joy for those saved in death to eternal life.
They are the ones, now in paradise.
Copyright 9-21-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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