In Gory Red Haze, Brave Men Weep and Moan

In Gory Red Haze, Brave Men Weep And Moan Blast your trumpets, on blood soaked ground! In that red haze, brave men weep and moan, Yet, brutal war echoes pain in every sound. Down lay spirits of mortal men forever gone Days of youthful hopes turned to patches of dust, dirt covered , forever residing all alone fool's gold now turned to blackened rust. Look ye, for a reason for fools to fight and die sing out to duty , duty of warriors bold remain aloft, blind to widows left to cry. Price matters not, heroes destined to never grow old War, testament to courage and man's great folly sacrifice, death feeding tales retold life goes on, this world is quite jolly War, the engine driving men straight into hell For breakfast and eggs, must first break the shell! Robert J. Lindley, 05-07-2015