Gods of War

by Bob Moore © 2018

In single file the lines of men, marched slowly down the hill
their flags were waving, bugles playing, the ones we had to kill
no one knew the reason, they were about to die
the orders had been given, ours not to wonder why

We knew they were our enemy, against all which we held dear
though they did not even know us, they had been taught to fear
everything we stood for, and everything we said
and they’d been told, not to stop, until we all were dead

As they came closer, we could see, that they looked just like us
men who drank, and men who laughed, men who knew how to cuss
with wives and children left behind, they prayed to see again
but for many this would not be, their lives would end in pain

We raised our rifle to our shoulder, and sighted down barrel
this may be our best chance, to quickly end this quarrel
but not until our enemy, was brought down to their knees
and beaten, to never rise again, the Gods of War to please

Many brave men, would not live, to see the end of day
we believed right, was on our side, and were fighting so our way
of life, freedom, and liberty, would be ours. ‘till judgement came 
but our enemy believed this too, and was fighting for the same.

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