A Veteran’s Day poem.
They marched upon a distant shore
For Family, Freedom, and Country
Brothers and Sisters in endless war
They bled and fought each century
Noble souls with their intention
Above them their flag will wave
Sent into areas of contention
Their brothers were sent to the grave.
No sword nor shield could grant them life
For they were ever sent to foreign strife.
They marched as children far away
Behind them they left their kin
Dreams of victory by the end of day
Fearful the enemy could win
At night the watch kept a keen eye
The foe crept in all the shadows
Harkened to every fearful cry
The cowards would see the gallows
No gun nor tank could remove the mud
For their hearts were ever stained in blood.
They marched as men to their old home
Ahead of them they hoped for peace
Burdens they endured they endure alone
A new license on life they hoped to lease
Many returned bitter, scarred, and broken
Loss of life and limb was the bitter price
Horrors which could never again be spoken
Gifted by their flag with endless lies
No pin nor medal erased what they’d done
For lives lost and only their flag had won.