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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I will never ever fear domestic terrorists waving flags threatening and intimidation of severe PTSD survivors Army Veterans being stalked by enraged corrupt beasts attempting to blackmail him for medical benefits he receives from risking his very life to bring troops home from Vietnam Hamburger hill where Americans were skinned hanging on trees in the jungle the sound they made the wails the screams during the night wailing all night day break came my hero ran up the hill screaming to save them giving them the name the screaming eagles under west Moreland 101 Airborne going in screaming at the sight hundreds Americans skinned alive when they arrived to the top of the hill the men were like hamburger meat I sleep next to a army hero night terrors night sweats screaming eagles this is why I can never fear a domestic terrorists from Jamaica violent offenders from Mexico corrupt officers help this criminal group break into our home when we go to doctors appointments hacking into our medical records bullying terrorizing to say the least as I sweat pant hold my hero who gave his life became injured ill to climb the hill at dawn hamburger hill he cut the Americans down and began collecting ears from the enemies made an ear necklace with his boot straps who made them hear those screams coming from hamburger meat hanging waiting on choppers to arrive I'm blessed don't ever threatened my family again we are all Airborne Screaming Eagles this attack began again after twenty years my stalker arrived with assault weapons home invasions obsessed with my American poetry with my identity I reported her to the fbi gun shots rang out man down at my feet who was this terrorist victims compensation Charlie Crist attorney general of Florida helped my family shocking twenty years later my new husband disabled veteran new marriage new life facing our documents when bam the stalker behind the glass shakeela Henry removing personal documents from amscot currency exchange my husband was also in shock it was the killers family working for jay Townsend Johnson Henry hacking into ssd accounts terrorizing veterans sending my husband and I into the hospital as I suffered a stroke the stress of abuse of power uncannily dangerous she sent us threatening scam letters saying it was social security the social security office said disregard these are scam didn’t stop there this vicious stalker teams up with brutal corruption angry bitter because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs from corrupt officers severe violent offenders hating my husband now hating mixed marriages this has caused great hardship in America discrimination of disabled families threatening my husband who served breaking into our home on Veterans Day ripping pages demands he allow these dealers from Jamaica to use his benefits to support corrupt officers who lost their badges for selling drugs working security for gang leaders they prey on disabled families my husband saved hundreds of lives cutting down human remains that were skinned alive receiving medals for courage and valor he works hard on his hands and knees painting bricks red white and blue building monuments around our home waving pow flags screaming eagles flag American flag these vicious corrupt persons of power busted his bricks ripped his flag crawled over our plants broke into our home ripping pages terrorizing our lives ripping my poetry leaving threats behind RVA we actually hold each other panting since we both have ptsd traumatic brain injuries it’s a complete struggle sending us into crisis just to cope with break inns from professional burglars handy with popping locks while we are in the hospital then jay Townsend Johnson Henry climbs inside ripping what ever is not locked in lock boxes broken wire hangers left on the stairs I knew the struggle of war overseas here in America domestic terrorists attacking disabled veterans and their families so here we are shaking panting holding his medals the few he has left the the break in ripping his medals we’ve done great things for the community veterans parks monuments school’s charities now he’s shattered we both are yesterday one of our own was buried we were afraid to leave our home to attend the funeral forced to continue going through important documents to find out what the burglars took oddly a few music missals from my singing in the Christ in the Catholic Church for veterans funerals I can’t believe twenty five years since the murder the killers are back with angry corrupt cops bullying my disabled family triggering my severe PTSD disabled spouse we coped through veterans crisis chat truly saved my life my disabled husband helped me walk again after my stroke during Covid our support comes from other disabled veterans and their families my heart is broken but not surprised these immigrants Jamaican Mexican Venezuelan they have no respect for disabled veterans and their families they are vicious domestic terrorist victimizing disabled persons severe abuse of power my hero is my disabled husband who saved many lives on hamburger hill the courage to hunker down through wet cold black still of the night in the jungle injured hearing screams echoes hundreds of men in pain bleeding skinned alive dying my husband gathered men who screamed up that hill at dawn to find American meat the bodies were hamburger meat my husband cut them down bagged them like packaged meat with dogtags to be returned to their families from hamburger hill we are the screaming eagles 101 west Moreland enduring identity fraud stalking domestic threats from abuse of power reliving my wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi as he relive hamburger hill a artillery shell pierced his skull with shrapnel he wouldn’t leave until he collected as many ears from the enemy for his necklace shocking he stands guard at our front door waiting on intruders so he could collect more enemy ears in America while enjoying an American hamburger God bless America
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