In Gory Red Haze, Brave Men Weep and Moan
In Gory Red Haze, Brave Men Weep And Moan
Blast your trumpets, on blood soaked ground!
In that red haze, brave men weep and moan,
Yet, brutal war echoes pain in every sound.
Down lay spirits of mortal men forever gone
Days of youthful hopes turned to patches of dust,
dirt covered , forever residing all alone
fool's gold now turned to blackened rust.
Look ye, for a reason for fools to fight and die
sing out to duty , duty of warriors bold
remain aloft, blind to widows left to cry.
Price matters not, heroes destined to never grow old
War, testament to courage and man's great folly
sacrifice, death feeding tales retold
life goes on, this world is quite jolly
War, the engine driving men straight into hell
For breakfast and eggs, must first break the shell!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-07-2015
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