“Come on, Follow Me!”
By Mike Stevens
A Sergeant Shriek Poem
“Men, I say you’re not ready, but there’s no one
else to respond,
so, it seems I’ve been overruled; you’re being called upon
to stop disaster; to do your part
to help, but I still say you’ll be torn apart,
but come on, follow me!
Let’s go see what we can see.”
On this bright and sunny day,
Our combat group was charged with finding a way
to control a rowdy, out-of-control crowd,
who were being rather-too-loud,
screaming “We want higher wages, and we’re pissed!”
I thought about all the training we’d missed
out on, but apparently we’re the only one’s
who aren’t elsewhere, so we double-checked our guns
just to make sure, but the truth-be-told,
if the crowd got nasty, angry and bold,
we weren’t going to stop them; they could do whatever they wanted
So when we ordered them to halt, they kept on undaunted
We all looked to Sergeant Shriek to show us what to do,
on how to stop this swirling mob, for he should have a clue
He stepped out front, and screamed, “I order you to stop! Don’t
take another step, you bastard jerks! I won’t
hesitate to open fire on your a***s! Return to your
homes!” The angry crowd kept right on advancing, suddenly more
debris filled the air, with shouts of, “Bulls**t!
We’re not leaving till we get
what we came here for!” We
didn’t have a clue what that was, but we could see
that they were picking up stuff to throw,
and Sergeant Shriek was looking so
afraid. Here he was, charged with lead-
ing us mere kids into battle with an angry mob. “Retreat!”
he screamed as he ran past like a blur
And as he was running, over his shoulder we heard,
“Come on, follow me!” So we turned to follow,
By the time we got back to the barracks, I could hardly swallow
We couldn’t believe it, Sergeant Shriek was a puss!
He acted so tough, but when push
came to shove he’d folded like a cheap tent!
From now on, we wouldn’t take any crap off “El Foldo Gent”!
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