An Endless War
Riddling scars of past wounds, each with their own story
Written deep within the skin, those of defeat and of glory
Words unspoken of stinging despair, a past left forgotten
Memories will not allow it; the mind is only gone rotten
Explosions that once shook the lands, wounding this earth
Fires plagued those homes, robbing all of their self worth
Bullets that cut through the winds, disturbing its pure song
Smoke polluted the air, clouding reasons of what is wrong
Children convinced of their sacrifice being used for right
Women made to battle, persuaded by such vengeful spite
Men with a purpose of disposing of enemies by any way
Using innocence, or family, for just to survive to this day
Blinded by the wool pulled down over our unseeing eye
Manipulated by our nation who care not if we live or die
We survived a Hell on earth, only to come back to hate
In serving this country, as a soldier I am no longer great
I look back with anger in my heart, still fighting that war
Watching as younger soldiers sacrifice for nothing more
I only hope that this country treats them better then me
And that their souls remain intact, to never stop being free
Copyright © Philip Fleming | Year Posted 2007
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