Quiet Soldiers
Brave hearts beat
Hidden in silent men
Boots hide exhausted feet
Yet no complaints tumble with their tears
Brave hearts beat
Chasing death on foreign soil
Targets placed on dusty streets
Hollow death parched days on end
Brave hearts beat
Dodging dead eyed schoolboys' guns
Nightmares of red defeat
Yet waking to go back again.
V Anderson Throop
Nov 2014 ©
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2014
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