We face each other.
The distance shorter with each day
Each cloaked in the stench of death
Cannon, silent but alert, line the hills
Their voice kills my brothers
Who like me, struggle to survive another day
Each believing God is on our side
Why did it come to this
The hate, the destruction, the finality
We are but men
We fight, we bleed, we weep
Freedom the cause, the destination
All men created equal
Die so we shall live
Terror my constant companion
The scent of fear abounds
I am not alone
I’ve seen too much
Fingers of death rip us apart
Life’s fragments strewn across the fields
A small boy, hollow eyes
Old beyond his years
Stands with his drum
Like a dirge, the beat
Calls another soldier to the field
Calls another soul to heaven
I am weary Lord
My body and mind both broken
I…
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Happy Thanksgiving!!!
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And to you and yours my friend
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