|View single post by Dixie Girl|
|Posted: Wed Dec 17th, 2008 01:21 am||
|As I watched the cannon blow
I wonder how many days I will have left
Till I perish, wounded in fierce combat
Or till my new found country rings a bell of freedom.
Now I watch a Confederate fall
Hit by a bullet
And it is taking its toll
But forgive me, sir
I am not allowed to care at all.
Many years later
The countries of our world collide
It's our side or theirs in a gruesome race
To watch their flags fall.
Only what is a decade or two later
A flame is rekindled
Though this one is not so loving and kind
They broke their promise
This horrible battle is still replaying in my mind.
Vietnam was a-rage
Not too long ago
Yet we aided them
Even though it may have hurt us so.
Now we come to rest at today
Where sniper rifles do not fail to hit their target
And dead bodies decay on the abandoned, war-stricken streets
Afghanistan and Iraq in union
The battle is getting quite intense
Hence these battle scars
They hurt everywhere
They have worn and torn my heart
But not just me
You, too, share my pain.
War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson