Guardian Soilders
Ten angry soldiers up in the tree putting all their scopes on me
Nine saddened solders staring down at their friend who fell all the way down
Eight depressed soldiers sit down to pray to god for the falling friends and not to stray
Seven soldiers sit in their position till one stends up before he lunges prays that they fulfill the mission
Six confuzed solders take aim and fire losing balance falls from perspire
Five less soilders then they begun till one realizes this war can't be won blows his brains out
And he was done
Four furious soilders in denial has a conflict and shot in his trial
Three lost soilders yell out to the sky in hopes had may hear their cry
Two enraged soldiers with nothing to eat lost his balance from his clumsy feet
One lone soilders can be hear in the distant tree echo of gunfire as he aims at me
One last shot is heard one last time following the sound of him tumbling to join his friends who were now a puddle of grime
Ten shadow figures reunite to haunt the forest in the night In search of the won who began the fight
Ten dedicated souls vow to watch over the world and never stop combating over what felt right
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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