A soldier’s tale
Alone fighting far from home
Battles, war we cannot condone
Choices made not considered
Many return dead, or disfigured
Leading the line! defending what?
What justification have we got?
Placed in a position we have no voice
This is not our war, not our choice
Those in power who seek control
Guided by the devil, have no soul
A fake excuse for right over wrong
While the suffering goes on and on
Constant danger faced with courage, and grit
But, what side of the fence do we sit?
Why should we care, when we are not there?
The damage is done we cannot repair
A son, a daughter, someone’s child
Will our conscience ever be reconciled?
Who can live with the guilt and remorse?
Time will tell as it runs its course
The power of war in all its glory
Through the graphic detail however gory
It’s not romantic, or always a just cause
But what we believe, is our choice, mine and yours
Details sketchy; told what we need to know
The real horror and truth never on show
A masquerade of deceit and lies
They pray we never open our eyes
Returning home the lucky few
Leaving behind comrades, they knew
The fallen ones who live no more
Was it all worth it what was it for
The world we live in we slowly destroy
Treating life as our own personal toy
We fail to embrace and are unable to see
Our planet is fragile soon to be history
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