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An Anthem To The Brave

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An Anthem To The Brave

I hear the captain’s shouted battle cries
In the bellow and stalked battlefield
But nether faith or death I yield
While for the dead I sympathize.

I hear the echoes, faint, from soulful sorrow
This very night my life in dreadful dire
Death’s calm, subjected to the enemy’s fire
As passions rage, death does surely follow

I hear the wild rushing winds of war ascending
Upward in strength, consuming vapors; out of breath
The enemy’s bullets raged in irrepressible death!
And of this mortal tempest storm Marines are dying.

I hear the shattered voice of my father grieving
Which the storm has wrecked and trampled on
Then went he, to look upon the brightness of his son
But the ruthless sting of death his grief un-denying.

I hear the pleas of mothers of valor.
Their sons and daughters looked upon the violence
As blasts of lightning strikes now they lay prone in silence
I hear their sighing moans ploughed deep in furrowed armor

I hear the anthem play, as widows stands with honor
While men bend to the tempest hollowed wind
And of the Star and Stripes that “stands” for all mankind
Spread not yourselves in prideful defiance and dishonor

I hear the wind “over the towering steep
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
On shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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