Stand Tall
You stand strong
Waiting to salute
Your ready to fight
Choosing the right route
You know how to shoot
For every consequence there was an action
You live to protect
But, Your wife is waiting at home in her apron
She wants you home in her arms
She is proud, but in her eyes there is pain
She doesn't want to loose you
she knows that purple heart you might attain
Theres a baby on the way
She is afraid for your precious life
She knows your in danger
weather it is by gun bomb or knife
But you are still out there
This country is a place you love
You will fight to keep us free
Hope someone is watching from above
Through the shots and the blood and the death
When the war made you feel small
Through the all that you have seen
YOU STILL STAND TALL
...a quatrain poem
Waiting to salute
Your ready to fight
Choosing the right route
You know how to shoot
For every consequence there was an action
You live to protect
But, Your wife is waiting at home in her apron
She wants you home in her arms
She is proud, but in her eyes there is pain
She doesn't want to loose you
she knows that purple heart you might attain
Theres a baby on the way
She is afraid for your precious life
She knows your in danger
weather it is by gun bomb or knife
But you are still out there
This country is a place you love
You will fight to keep us free
Hope someone is watching from above
Through the shots and the blood and the death
When the war made you feel small
Through the all that you have seen
YOU STILL STAND TALL
...a quatrain poem
Just pull it
It is a simple movement
Yet the task seems so giant
It will only take a second
but your heart will be blackened
What if he has a family?
What if it hurts him so badly?
You've trained for this
Maybe you will miss
Come on. Fight for your country
but would the fore fathers really agree?
Is this not unjust?
Would you not feel the cruelest?
Shoot the gun
Its better then leaving him Beaten
Take the life
It doesn't matter that he has wife.
Do it...... BOOOM
It's done, now how long will that leave you with gloom?
It's over
so why does your heart feel like an anchor
Your country had been defended
Does your stomach feel like acid?
You have a lot of bullets left in that gun
Its time to move on too the next one.
....a simple rhyming poem
Yet the task seems so giant
It will only take a second
but your heart will be blackened
What if he has a family?
What if it hurts him so badly?
You've trained for this
Maybe you will miss
Come on. Fight for your country
but would the fore fathers really agree?
Is this not unjust?
Would you not feel the cruelest?
Shoot the gun
Its better then leaving him Beaten
Take the life
It doesn't matter that he has wife.
Do it...... BOOOM
It's done, now how long will that leave you with gloom?
It's over
so why does your heart feel like an anchor
Your country had been defended
Does your stomach feel like acid?
You have a lot of bullets left in that gun
Its time to move on too the next one.
....a simple rhyming poem
Strength
Bullets are Flying
Wonder if I will make it
Today will be my last
.....A haiku
Wonder if I will make it
Today will be my last
.....A haiku