And Soldier No More

Fold the flag
Triangular show
Country contain me
And soldier no more

Place in a box
In three corners neat
Over the mantle
In silent entreat

How many knew him
How many cared
Was madness that slew him
And madness that dared

Where will it end
And where will it go
A lifetime has ended
And soldier no more

Spirit inside it
And never unfold
Defender behind us
A story untold

Is life better now
That we have made death
Did justice prevail
Or did it digress

The story should tell
A sacrifice made
But history dictates
And debts go unpaid

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People who are brave
Willing to fight for their country
Ignoring the dangers in their path
Swords clanging; bullets flying
The sounds of war are there
yet not.
Real patriots never get credit.
All of the men that died fighting
gave their lives so that the living so-called
"patriots" can go home and tell their tale
of how they were almost killed and
the "dead patriots" are forgotten

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this years about before 9/11. It was actually for a project I had to do in high school.

Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please leave a comment and let me know if you liked it, how it made you feel or what you didn't like about it. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. :)

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