Soldiers

everyday goes on by our lives never once, hav we stopped to think about the men who leave their kids and wives mothers and fathers brothers and sisters we live in a world that we feel completley unprotected but we live in a country that is nothing but protected everyday we lose precious lives and then echoes throught the battle field those unheard wandering cries rock jazz and rap our day-to-day tunes but all those soldiers hear are bullets and bombs fighting and warring countries nations and goons those poor souls their lives our filled with sad holes we pity them we feel sorry for them but nevr are we proud of them why are we so selfish? we amongst ourselves fight how do we help those who free us like a flying kite those bloody stains that make us able to grow our crops and grains the gruesome injuries that make us live a free life that pain that is not worth what we gain all because of us who fail to recognize them who fail to remember them a minute of our lives can re-assure those roaming souls and all it will cost us is just and only just a minute of our busy lives.