Ever Vigilant, Ever Keen Marine Poem

THESE EYES
Author: Earl Davis

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Babies being born,
The agony of pain.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
The beauty of a hillside,
After a gentle summer’s rain.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
The barrenness of a hillside,
When the napalm begins to fall.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Bodies running, bodies scattering,
When the mission goes well.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Children being children at play,
No sense of fear, no sense of day.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Children being objects at war,
And objects scattered in disarray.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Scenes of now, and scenes of then,
The price of freedom, the picture of horror.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
The color of fear, real and imagined,
It is my doing, the acts of this war.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Remains in the field, remains in the casket,
Eyes of their kin all filled with tears.

Ever vigilant, ever keen
These eyes have seen . . .
Visions of death and unlasting peace,
These eyes are mine throughout the years.

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