To Give a Little

Walked they did, through the heat; the stark Bare country they didn’t know. Pointed they did, hungry cold guns To faces they knew not. Cried they did, at corpses Belonging to those men they never met. Yet that hell ground, that spiteful haunt Belonging tothe Devil’s padded foot. Got them, Took them, Away, from you, from life, from all. Left them; scarred forever. Where are they now? You ask, You ponder, never caring before, Who fought, who crowed Life’s young lads, They took that bullet; That fatal blast. Some are marked with shadows Unnoticeable to those they pass. Others, noticed by wounds; Of limbs long lost and skin re-sown, Yet some you won’t meet for they are gone Soul flown, to the land of mighty God. Stop right there and make a mark A token to those that have departed, A line perhaps to the grieving gal’s A song, limerick, even a status will do, Give something, anything, a little will suffice To those that gave their lives for you.