Friday, June 20, 2014

A Question of War

The rain of heros blood
Splash across the battlefield's
Landscape like rivulets
Of red hot lavaflows 
Unstoppable as more is shed
For county's honor, protection,
Politics that sent them here
To kill or be killed 
By ones unknown
And unknowable to them
That fight with weapons
Terrible, horrible, finality
The many will attain 
Whether asked for or not 
But their cause must be just
Having been good and righteous 
In their hearts and minds
For no man lays down his life
For nothing
Do they?

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