His Longest Hour
Gray skies flew over the medows, not a ray of light was found
Slowly they moved on, pausing to a nervous heart, for their life was to end
Death rode among them, taking lives as there was no tomorrow on that bloody ground
They loved eachother, as the anxiety rose, fearing the the unknow, tasting death in the air and in sound
They fall one by one, what do they fight for we ask?
For liberty, for our freedom, for equal life and human right!
To challenge the dark prince himself for faith is greater than fear in any task
Yet life is but a spoken word, see yee not the end of all things is ever so near, his love you still figth?
Yee see for He built your windows, the curtain was hanged by thee
See not clrealy what is happening? Fear dwells with in your heart and soul
Figth in my kings name, praise Him for he shall deliver thee from pain for ever worry free!
As in all justice, the acts of thy heart matter not for thy mind evil stole
They fight for justice, and world order to prevail
I tell you this very day, for it is written that the end of all is to pass
Hide where ever thee shall fits as His passing shall feel even the smallest of mass
He shall not fail
Our soldiers fall as the domino effect
We shall hold them in our thougths and mind
Who am I but a simple poet to write in their memory, so full of regret
And I die, as my life is to end this very day, its grows purple and sour Amen, my longest hour
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009
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