On a hill in San Diego

Stands a monument to our losses;

A tribute to our wartime dead

Like many other crosses.

Against a tranquil azure sky,

This cross has borne the years,

It's spreading shadow falling

Upon graves that bear our tears.

For decades no one's questioned

This pale tribute to our slain,

Until angry Libs at ACLU,

Decided to complain;

And seek a federal order

From robed fools in Sodom town,

That this offensive Christian symbol

Must forthwith be torn down.

To everything's a season,

A time for birth and dying,

A time, too, for love of country

To fall victim to Liberal lying;

A time for those of any faith,

Those heartfelt, frank believers,

To be ridiculed and rejected

By hollow harsh deceivers;

But there is a time as well

When truth must sure prevail,

When our hearts sense basic truth,

Causing fools like these to fail.

And stand we must against these fools,

Or it will be our gravest loss,

If these fools succeed when they demand,

Mr. Bush, tear down that cross.

The Left's has ne'er forgotten how Ronald Reagan brought their fall

When with his words he changed the world by tearing down their wall.

Russ Vaughn    5 11 06