A Meadow of Soldiers

A rocky path leads the way to the grasses flowers decorating the fields, and threw it at river passes They all sing a song of hope and stand proud. They’re playing a game they are running all around the men’s brows are furrowed they want to stay standing this game is important And the rules are commanding. But the rocky path leads to a battlefield the flowers are trampled and dead. a river of blood keeps hope concealed the men sing their anthem as they point their guns with pride they are toying with their life sweat matted nearly dried. They stand, apprehensive tears gleam in their eyes. For death is their punishment life is their prize