Dreams of Dust
Boots tread weary on the dust of dreams,
In fields bloodied by battles gore.
Dreams of a glory to preserve and keep,
Our country's hope they fought for.
So many lives in years gone by,
Lost in combat because they believed.
For a country great, both strong and true,
Our victory was achieved.
With bleeding hearts and wounded souls,
Their shoulders were wide from their woe.
They won the battle, showed their might.
A debt we will always owe.
A promise built on sacrifice and deed,
Polished medals proud, they bore no dust.
Now as we choke upon the wind of change
What once shone now sadly turns to rust.
Our land of hope has lost its glory,
Near to bursting at the seams.
The madness that change has created
Deafens our country men’s screams.
Goodwill lays wounded at the wayside,
As our rights are slowly stripped away.
As we cling desperately to our identity
We need a light to shine the way.
©.L.Kelly
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