An Anthem To The Brave

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

I hear faint echoes, their mournful sorrow
Swathed in honor my life’s dreadful dire
Death’s fix’d calm, amid the enemy’s fire
Passions rage, death dawns on the morrow

I hear the wild rushing winds of war ascending
Upward, consuming vapors; death's servile 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 this war 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
Spend 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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