Marion's Narration

MARION'S NARRATION Y'all gather round me and listen clearly. I got a tale to tell. And so listen intently. It's about fighting and killing and my men. My Father and husband, whom bless me, amen. When the leaders all say 'we'll be back Christmas day' then know the knowing wise. For the troops need you to sympathize. They will face massive demise. Before during and after, Christmas speeches from your pastor. The war's prognosis is hell and somber. The dead buried all together by machine grave digger. Where my men fight is along the frontiers A vast land. Where whole armies can pass another And not hear the other's jeers For morale it is still high, and the general's conceit obeys The rules of leers The commanders vanity shows only confidence, not tears But hard tears will fall for four years. So this story begins sadder than Poe But that won't ruin the show Because we have love and drama To balance your trauma And we'll keep you high on that Instead of lost in woe. OH! One more thing. My husband Does not yet know I exist. So don't leak our little secret. And remember this above all else, in this tale like your own lives. Everything that comes to be is fate.