Take a Stand
Wind blown thoughts chilled
served raw on a distant plate
sorrow a home cooked meal
and loss was all one could feel
Injured souls sacrificed
for the good of the whole
tagged and bagged
through muck hearts dragged
Dreams of a slow kiss on a Saturday
on top the hill watching God's picture show
boys turn to men with sounds of a gun
life or death no chance to turn and run
Even today as grey clouds rumble close
engrained in more than just a memory
a love for your country and fellow man
child are you brave enough to take a stand
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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