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Lyric Soldier Poems | Lyric Poems About Soldier

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The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.

He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be

Copyright © C.L. Baker | Year Posted 2013

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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

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Are you dreaming of Sun Valley fair?
It's a road you've traveled alone.
Remember Bergdahl, when you get there
We will always welcome you home.

Tell your Father, the reason you'd gone.
If you left your friends in God's care.
Remember, Bergdahl,  you've been alone
Longer than we thought you'd be there.

God is our reason for taking your hand.
Is your blood not that of our own?
We'll be all forgiving, if you understand,
Why we'll always welcome you home.

Welcome home, Soldier Boy.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Gallant soldier

               Gallant soldier
He was born as a baby boy
Time change him to a man 
on the period of war

In his home town 
Was blood stain 
Like a paint on a mansion

He saw his love ones 
Like a Brutality 
Slain like a chicken

Half of his friends
are no where to be found

 sounds of war drone 
keep pulling down buildings

Decay of bodies
All over his city 
like goods in a supermarket

Oh no he cried
This got to stop

On the next plane 
to war front he goes

He was determine to save 
his contry and family

Leaveing his only 
Wife in a city of blood festival
His new baby boy alongside

Mama weep bitterly on his departure
My son 
God Guide you back home to 
meet us well
Was her last words

Oh mama 
Dis got to stop! He replied

My son 
It shall be well with you
Father in tense said

My love don't go 
Wife scream with tears

My love 
This got to stop he replied

let's  go time is late 
Other soldiers chanted from afar

And off
He goes

Like a lion he fought
Like a fish he was awake

All day all night!
No retreat no surrender

Fear was never on his mind
The war lasted for year 
Like are luck they where gaining grounds

Slow and steady they keep pushing
As time tick 
At home was less attack

Less decay  bodies on 
the street in his home town
The hope of peace 
once flash on the heart of his people

Mama keep praying
Father on the sick bed 
preparing for his last breath

I know my husband will come home 
wife keep wishing

On the war front he keep fighting
With time they became more stronger

We will never stop till is over he said
Then he was the hit man

He was more brave than he ever was
His moves was too poisonous

Oh gallant solder
A man of great value
A man of great love,
A man of God

At long last
The war was over

Like a pitty he lost his soul 
On a battle ground

Never he went back home 
To raise his son

Never was seen alive again

Sorrow rolls 
When his cops was brought home

A brave Biafra soldier
Who gave all to save his people

Rest in peace 
To all soldier who 
were dead on a war of Biafra

Rest In peace 
to all mothers killed 
Rest In peace to 3.5million kids
 that were starve to death in Biafra

Where ever you are
Your sacrifice are not forgotten 

I hear your blood 
still calling for justice

Oh gallant soldier 
may your soul live forever

As we struggle to live
I write again
We got to understand 
What sence it makes
To live without war.
We need no more wars and
Isolation among us.
The key to life
Is love.

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2014

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You Are A Soldier

You Are A Soldier

 How I wish the words would come forward
 And speak of the pride felt within my heart
 When I discovered
 How you laid down your life
 And marched away from home to do your part
 How I wish you knew the hours
 I cried for you in prayer
 You were the stranger that I loved 
 Fighting a war 
 For an elite society that never cared
 You shouldered burdens
 No man can endure
 Your fight was for freedom
 Of a country you held pure
 Then the reality set in
 War is a fight one does not win
 And if you were lucky
 You returned again
 To your country
 Lead by corrupt men 
 With hearts polluted by sin
 And you struggle wondering why
 You feel
 If it came right down to it
 You would do it all again

It is because you are a soldier

Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2015

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The Ex-soldier

I happen upon a veteran, once,
An old man
With a four-sprang cane
And war tales
Stretched like China wall.
This event transpired in very recent past.
The man turned out to be pterodactyl
And flew away. 
I fell upon a boy, once,
A once child soldier,
A hero
From youth and life.
Oh, how time has changed.
Men are taught to bicker,
Children are trained to fight. 

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2011

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Gods of War

Another day, another life,
Another victim to eternal strife.
To the altar of hate and vice,
Lay them down in sacrifice.
Ideals, dreams, wishes, hopes,
We teach our children of life’s ropes.
So one day they won’t think twice,
As we lay them down in sacrifice.
Take their dreams, take their lives,
Reduce them to their primal drives.
So one day, in fields of rice,
They’ll kill each other in sacrifice.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.

Bravely they storm up a hill,
Warriors made from society’s mill,
Here they find the truth of life,
In a nation’s hell-spawned strife.
Bullets whiz and mortars scream,
In a song from the devil’s dream,
As they climb, so they fall,
In sacrifice to their nation’s call.
Trenches gutted with fire and hate,
Up they go, to men’s fate,
As men die, falling down the hill,
Trenches below slowly fill.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.

The hill is taken one more time,
But, in the slaughter, there is no crime.
For we taught our children, once so nice,
To lay themselves down in sacrifice.
The bugle plays taps above the wail,
Of people in grief, now so pale.
Politicians again roll the dice,
To see who is called for sacrifice.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.

Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2014

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We’ve laid down our swords
And hanged up our shields
But the war still rages on in our hearts

We’ve tamed the warhorse
His saddle rests in the stable
But his stride still charges our frontlines

Our trenches buried
A soldier never stops his march
It will continue to consume him to his own end 

And all those close to him
Will be his unintended victims
On the battle brought to his doorstep

So we’ve built a war machine
To deliver nothing less than glory
Designed perfection in total destruction

He moves with stealth 
His existence camouflaged
You’ll never see him crumble as he salutes you

Honourably discharged into a violent society
Opposed to his order and discipline
To endure sounds of gunshots and chaos in the streets

Forced to relive his nightmares
Of exploding missiles and discharged mines
Screams of the dying and the agony of the wounded

Staring into the empty distance
He sees the worlds he's helped destroy
Following orders to protect and serve his own

He understands the sacrifice
As he holds his child in his arms
How he gave new life with his gun’s final breath 

Surrounded by loved ones
Desolate as an abandoned battlefield
Missing the lives he's lost...dreading the lives he's taken 

Explosions in his head
Shrapnel in his heart
He's a spear thrown deep into enemy territory

...I salute thee brave knight
For I sleep inspite of war tonight
A war once ended peace will endure, but yours is uncertain

Tribute to the Soldier!
A brother, a warrior...a sentinel...a hero

Thabang Jan Ngoma

Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest Name: Men Only #2 

Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015

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I Truly Do Care

I Truly Do Love
Many tear on my pillow
Oh, Baby I truly do care, even though I'm so far far away.

I am a sad solider, must fight this battle,
I saw my friend, others get for killed for no reason.
This blood bath makes me sick, I've so many nights, all these
people wanted is to be free, just too be free....

What's makes me so sad, America, my home, takes freedom for granted.
I can this self destructing from within and no one seems to care. 
I'm a Solider, I come home to fight another battle, All I want to see freedom
To continue to ring, because I truly care.

When do I come home, a get have ass thank you from my country, no help for brothers fought so hard to let freedom ring. Because truly do love ya, yet we cry in silence, because went country continue to free and we to free from what we've seen.

If it wasn't for you baby, I would have gone crazy. I'd be nothing without out you girl and Thank God for sticking by me.  I Truly do Love, I truly do Care.... Love you girl!!

Copyright © Kimberly Lowe-West | Year Posted 2015

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Wandering Shoes

I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
No, I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
Mostly I just stayed at home, didn’t have no urge to roam.
I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.

I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
No, I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
But my friends married, moved away; no gal asked for me to stay.
I felt it time to leave my neighborhood.


I didn’t loaf around in loafers,
But I snuck around in sneakers.
I marched around in Corc’rans lotsa klicks.
Spit-shined a dozen oxfords.
Once knew some secret passwords.
Now I’m slowly limping towards the River Styx.

I didn’t wanna travel round the world. 
No, I didn’t wanna travel round the world. 
Each three years I signed the lines, lived in Europe sev’ral times.
I kinda liked a trav'lin' round the world.

(repeat chorus)

I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
Met a gal in Paris, France; we hooked up and took a chance.
Eventually I tossed those wandering shoes.

(repeat chorus to fade)

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

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Soldiers fighting for a cause,
never to put their lives on pause.
My sorrow goes out to them,
always fighting time and again.
So much thanks from my heart,
staying alert from the start.
No words can ever express,
the appreciation of your success.
Men of bavery for a good deed,
always seeming to succed.
God gave you strength to march on,
every day, dusk to dawn.
Every battle that you fight,
ever so wrong, yet so right.
And so as this world goes,
from weapons that you shoot.
You're our Soldiers, our Hero's,
America give them a salute.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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KNocking On Heavens Door Re-mix

Momma lay my guns to ground
 Uncle Sam said i can't shoot them anymore
 There's a dark, dark cloud coming down
 Oh my God! it's heavens door
 9 catfish head on the fence there
 Why in the hell did i ever fight this war
 Maybe God will give me Wisdom one day
 I don't know I prayed for it since i was 4
 my brother's on the ground he's dying, bleeding to death
 I just killed him I'm carrying a sword
 I look down I'm ashamed now
why in the hell did I ever fight this war!

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

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A Recovering Soldier

  A soldier we have fighting for us,
   his time is done, his recovery is a must.
  Where does he go, who does he turn to,
   questions he should not ask, it's up to me and you.
  Did he not protect us, give his all,
   it's time for him to receive an American call.
  The soldiers put their lives on the line,
   should not the government give them their time?
  Peace is what this soldier seeks
   make him glow from cheek to cheek.
  Give this man many a shoulder,
   for he is, "A Recovering Soldier."

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Christmas in the Middle East

Said the soldier to his wife at home,
do you see what I see?

Way up in the sky, my dear,
do you see what I see?

A rocket, a rocket, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite...
With a tail as big as a kite... 

Said the soldier to his only son,
do you hear what I hear?

Ringing through the sky, my boy,
do you hear what I hear?

A bomb, a bomb, high above the sands
With a voice as big as the sea...
With a voice as big as the sea... 

Said the soldier to his president,
do you know what I know? 

So safe at home, Mr. President,
do you know what I know? 

Men, men are dying in the sand
Let us bring them home
Let us bring them home 

Said the Poet to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say! 

Pray for peace, people everywhere,
listen to what I say!

Our nation, our nation, rising to its feet
Its strength will bring us peace today
Its strength will bring us peace today.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                              ----------------------------------
Based on the "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Christmas song written in October 1962 with lyrics by Noël Regney and music by Gloria Shayne Baker. 
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                             ----------------------------------While Christmas approaches nearer to our hearts and homes, it is important to remember our brothers over-seas. Everyday, people are dying in wars that should have ended long before they begun, and now, in a time as great as any, we must remember that peace is not impossible, but rather grows in the hearts of all whom maintain it.

This Christmas, let us do our part.

Copyright © Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011

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Letter To A Friend

Dear friend
Where do I begin? 
I got so much on my mind
Sometimes I wonder where we stand
But my emotions is bout to explode
Like a volcano when its eruption
And your name came in mind
When it came to reach out for a hand
I’m overseas fighting
With mortars flying over my head
Bullets traveling toward my frame
Fighting for something I don’t understand
I’m crying cause I need help
And here I don’t have a friend
Today I am alive
But tomorrow I might be dead
And man with this
Always on my mind
Got me scared for the fact
I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Usually I call you
But I have to write this on a line
Cause my voice is so shaky
I can’t say a word but jus cry
To me you’re like a brother
You are always by my side
That’s why I’m writing you
Even though I feel shy
You always seen me tough
But never seen my sad side
I hate that I feel like this
Even though I don’t know why
And I think you are the only person
That can really calm me down
Even though in my eyes
I see death all around
Blood on the sand
Body parts on the ground 
Sometimes I think to myself
How do I stay alive living with a frown? 
But knowing you’re here for me
Is enough to hold me down
Jus writing this to you
Is making me feel better right now
One day we’ll sit down and talk
And on my face you’ll put a smile
But I hope that day comes
Before I’m the next dead person found

Copyright © Travis Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Baby Soldier (Ethnic Cleansing)

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close, not all that far

Marching feet and distant drums

but I can't see where they come from..

Baby Soldier with angry eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

it's not your fault..........it's just your fate

Baby soldier

Slaughter in the market place

You heard their cries, you saw their face

How then can you sleep at night?

How dare you say, "everything alright"

Baby soldiers with empty eyes

empty minds refilled with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

while baby soldier licks the plate

Baby soldier

Dancing in a rain of fire

Just one more death for your empire

but baby soldier dies alone

his soul is gone his heart is stone

Baby soldier with empty eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

It's not your fault It's just your fate

Baby soldier

Baby soldier lay it down

the crops won't grow in blood soaked ground

but baby soldier cannot hear

above the sound of hate and fear

baby soldier with angry eyes

feeding on their hate and fear

while fat old men get fat on lies

everyone dies that's why you're here

Baby soldier

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close not all that far.

Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007

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It's here,
I find tranquility,
While they're at unrest.
I fear they need,
Someone like me;
Am I meaningless?
So, how do I justify,
My worth,
Within the world?
Do I need to fight,
Inside Hell's door?
I don't wish to hide,
Not one second more,
When turning this tide,
Is what I'm here for.

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2015

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When the Saints Go Marching In

When the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
The toils and snares of independence ring
When the saints go marching in

When the saints go marching in
When they’re carried to their graves
The price of independence stings
When the saints go marching in

When the spring rolls forth new growth
When the spring rolls forth new growth
Daffodils and daisies grow
When the spring rolls forth new growth

When the widows and children sing
When the widows and children sing
The hearts of man can sorrow bring
When the weak in heart do sing!

O when the caskets are lined row by row
When the caskets are lined in rows
Counting the cost of freedom grows
When the caskets are lined in rows

Revised lyrics to “When the Saints Go Marching In”
Written by Gwendolen Rix

*Written for contest...Any Patriotic Poem

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

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Letter From A Friend

Dear Friend
Why you wondering where we stand? 
Me and you are tighter
Then the ying yang we make with our hands
I know we’re far apart
But a call brings us back together
No matter the hour of the day
And no matter the type of weather forever
But I’m glad
You came to me first
Each time I read your letter
It hurts me even worse
Because I see us more than friends
We’re bothers in the Lord
So if you are hurting
Then I am hurting even more
You can always count on me
When your world is going wrong
I will never turn my back on you
Even if my back is against the wall
And I know it’s not easy to tell our moms
When it’s hard for us to stand
What do they know about military life? 
Or the struggle for a military man? 
Don’t be shy
Because there’s something we all do fear
If I had the chance to switch services
You know I’ll be right there
And I am not brave
I wanna be the friend you can lean on
you said I can calm you down
well I also wanna keep you Army strong
death isn’t nothing
but the devil getting to you
keep believing in God
he will give a path to make it through dude
jus so you know
I’m here I’m always around
you’ve been trained good
so take a step back and calm down
and when you come home
we’re going to party like when we was kids
and laugh at all the stupid things
we ever did
keep your head up
because this is where it has to end
yours truly P.S.
you’re my number one friend

Copyright © Travis Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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I have no home, no fatherland, I am a soldier with no weapons, No worldly goods can tie me down, My paths lead me into distances grey. Trenches are my bed, The starry skies of the universe Will cover me when nights are cold. I shall write invisible letters On clouds of cigarette smoke And remember times full of grace When groves were awakening in spring; Only memories remain there, The tranquility of souls will not decay. Bitter thoughts have built barriers, Fields will bleed in spasms - A safe haven for a hero of the fatherland.

Copyright © Rinaldo DiRicchardi | Year Posted 2012

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Can you hear me as I try to sleep,
whispers within my space.
Can you hear me cry as I dream,
of my home, my families place,
Do you understand at all,
just how this battle goes on.
Do you know all that fall,
the hero's as they stand strong.
My whisper is my prayer to God please,
keep us under you sword and sheild.
Help us to keep up the pace,
help us in this battle feild.
A whisper is all I can hear,
as I begin to fall.
A whisper is just, my dear,
a way to give you my call.
Will I come home to you again,
or will God take me.
This whisper tells me in my head,
only God knows where I will roam.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Little Soldier

my little soldier
stand tall 
be proud of who you are 
and the things you acheive
never let them put you down 
you are my little king 
now put on your crown 

my little soldier 
be brave
appreciate the things you have
and the things you do 
be careful throughout your life 
look after your children 
take care of your wife 

my little soldier
show love
care for your family
and the friends you have
follow your dreams 
keep people close to your heart 
things are never as difficult as they seem  

little soldier 
make me proud

Copyright © Amy Crofts | Year Posted 2009

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December 13th came to be,
the end of the man hunt of history.
In the town of Tikrit, like a mole,
hiding in his "Spider Hole."
No longer able to escape,
was a coward resigned to his fate.
Thinking as himself so bold,
for 35 years with Iraq's hold.
No longer punished or terrorized,
from this animal they despised.
Journalists shout his name,
"Death and down with Saddam Houssein."
Not a shot fired from our armies,
to capture a coward so diseased.
Guns fired just for fun,
from Iraq's people of celebration.
The town of Tikrit rid of scars,
U.S. Soldiers lit their cigars.
Again able to stand strong,
from the Victory of "Operation Red Dawn."

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Ready New Soldier

Deserted soldier,
In A foreign land,
With the Sword of the Spirit, 
And blood on both hands.

Desolate Island,
Learning how to survive,
With the breastplate of righteousness,
He now can abide.

Wilderness warrior,
Greatness abounds,
With the helmet of salvation,
He destroys without making a sound.

Isolated general,
Now takes a stand,
With his belt of truth,
He comprehends his commands.

Eternity trooper,
Fights off the old fire,
With the shield of faith,
He gains his desires.

Secluded Sargent,
Ready for war,
With the sandals of peace,
He now conquers His beasts.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 1-30-12

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012

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American soldier

heaven patiently watches
the American soldier
from beyond this life
as his  wife cries and his brave son waves goodbye
father holds his mother as she prays ( god  keep my son safe)
the American soldier
so far  from home
you will never march alone
so brave
trying not to be afraid
as he fights  for all the world's rights
the American soldier

the American soldier
may angels surround
you ever 
second of day
and night as we pray

heaven watches and the 
American soldier stands high
in God;s  grace
we ask God please protect  our American soldier
and keep in safety,s sight,
 shield our american soldier within  god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier in god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light

Copyright © sandra byrd | Year Posted 2005

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A Soldier woithout a Cause

A man of war is only complete when fulfilling a mission, he is born a leader but 
he requires in his youth much guidance and direction, his duty of truth is not to 
murder but to offer protection

A master of survival and of weaponry but he is deficient in the arts of  betrayal and 
confession, 21 shots and 6 feet down is almost always his only submission, 
stare deep into his eyes still you will find no expression, but do not be fooled  
within is heart is a raging flood of emotion 

In a catastrophe he acts without question while most are caught at an 
intersection, but take away his purpose and watch the empire swiftly transform 
into recession, Angels with dirty faces the punisher persuades, the wicked can 
not be saved in a world of ghosts, 

Foxes with tongues that spit words of fire reign with senseless trails of blood, oh, 
how quickly in battle does the fabricated legion lose its morale, and a soldier 
without cause knows that what he's been fighting for is not what he thought at all, 
and the one he's been following is soon to fall 

Copyright © lacey vann | Year Posted 2007

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A faithful soldier I wish to be
in God's army of the cross.
With Satan, I do daily battle
often sustaining minor loss.

As I pray each day for guidance
in all God would have me do.
I feel a peace and satisfaction
when tested by fire and I come out true. 

Someday, my earthly armor, I'll lay aside
battles here, shall exist no more.
I'll retire unto eternity with Jesus
to be a soldier on that golden shore.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008

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The Soldier

I can see, that the sun is hiding it's light today
Through the thick black smoke, I kneel down to pray
The fire went out, that used to burn here in these hands
My brothers gone,  that stood with me on  this land

I could feel the suns warmth, this morning when I woke
I could  see it's orange glow, shining through the smoke
My band of brothers dead, as I'm left here all alone
And this coat I'm wearing, is blood soaked to the bone

I can  feel their eyes staring, as they take command
I can hear them speaking words, that I don't understand
And as I lie here bleeding, in the shadows of this tomb
I'm just another lonely soldier, pleading for his mothers womb

This morning I prayed, that I'd make it home alive
But over in the corner, I felt death trying to arrive
The tortured days are unbearable, here beneath this light
So I close my eyes, somehow that helps me fight

But today they broke my spirits, with a sharp searing pain
I tried to think of home, as I lie bleeding in the mud and rain
Then my mind snapped back, as I felt the steel of a cold sharp blade
Today the torture ended, as my world began to fade

I could  feel their eyes staring, as they  took command
I could hear them speaking words, that I didn't understand
And as I lie there bleeding, in the shadows of that tomb
I was  just another lonely soldier, pleading for his mothers womb

Copyright © George Martin | Year Posted 2007

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Dragon Valley

Death looms, predatory, alive, and fierce.
Death blooms through this valley, with eyes that pierce.

Death grows mandatory, hungry, and strong,
Death knew it was right before we thought it was wrong.

This is a battlefield,
This is a killing room.
This is a battlefield,
We're just filling tombs.

Death flows, like a dark, Swift river of Ice.
Death freezes all faces of those, once alive.

Death falls like all angels destined to hell,
Death calls from the throats all of those who fell.

This is a battlefield,
This is a killing room.
This is a battlefield,
We're just filling tombs.

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017

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Another Tyrant Crumb

Osama Bin Laden, hiding is he,
not like a man but like a flea.
Long it won't be till he is found,
Americans are, the "True Blood Hounds,"
Another coward like Houssein,
will be captured and refrained.
Thinking himself invincible,
eventually he will take a fall.
Smile's they wear on their face,
a frown will soon take it's place.
Like the desserts sand of wind gust,
you'll crumble, Bin Laden, back into dust.
Only the good enter God's gate,
in his line, don't dare wait!
You've earned your grade very well,
your graduation day is Hell.
The Red, White and Blue still waves,
standing for the free and the brave.
They'll take you down, our heroes,
and that's how this American Story goes!

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016