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Warriors of War....

Men of our time warriors of war Boys to men of another time The battle of within to survie The cross that is layed as our friend lays dead A world that is angry with all No peace to run and hide inside Minds of others words of trouble Innocents burned as they take a gun to there hand To take a life to fight for differences The gift of breath to be stolen so young Mens boots on the child of youth Its laces so binding to death As a mother cries as she sees her son march away Will she ever see him another day as she prays His country needs him thats what they say Day goes by and the months slip away His maturity grows as the strongest wave The blood on his hands as he drops to the ground He is everyones hero which is now found He protects his mothers land and like his father did as a man The crown that covers country to country The fields the sun the rain the stars all are the same The men are the sons from the womb Each man starts from the child within who has no sin They grow as men with the witness of pain But rememeber each soldier is just the same

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/11/2010 1:05:00 PM
You havent lost your touch Love Roger
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Date: 11/11/2010 10:08:00 AM
If we could learn to live in harmony, accepting each other's differences, there would be fewer wars, Sarah. It is sad to think of mothers watching theirs sons march off to war. How wise you are to have posted this poem on Veterans Day. It's a great reminder of the fact that we have the power to change the direction of our world through acceptance and compromise. Best wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 11/11/2010 9:17:00 AM
What a wo9nderful and touching tribute you have pauid to soldiers on this Veteren's Day, sarah
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Date: 11/11/2010 8:34:00 AM
Deep write, we all come out even in the begining and then choices take us different places...some good and others not so....good to be reading you here on the Soup..missed our work....love Michael
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