an unseen menace
a state of perplexity,
hard pressed analyst
from behind binding masks
all that they do, is for you.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
From morning until night they fight the good fight
working tirelessly to save every life,
Carrying the weight of the world upon their shoulders
they work tirelessly, battling demons on the way
We need to realize, they are human with great heroic strive
doing their best to keep everyone alive
Lets do our part and not complain about the petty things
pray for them and restrain from taking too many risks
life can be long or it can be brisk
from morning until night they struggle,
God keep them safe,
as they trudge on and on, for the sake of our Vouchsafe.
to sail your tiny vessel, upon such giant seas
when every wind or frothy spray
may bring you to your knees
with kin to cunning and
the courage of a lion
we applaud you
everyday
for even
tryin’
My eyes are full of tears,
I cry with blood,
You have been brought with breeze,
Your love's a lot.
And all your love is blade
for heart of mine,
You strike again like fate
crossing front-line.
You'll touch my lips again
What if I blaze,
I'm empty and insane
before your face.
And eyes of mine are full
with blood not tears,
Prisoner of the moon
and love, oh, please,
I will find out the pain,
I'll learn the woes,
We talk in night again,
We are too close.
For the first time,
I remembered my kids with pain,
when the bullets on metals ping,
as death was approaching with its sting.
My enemies,
they were determined,
and so was I,
three minutes was the time we had,
to leave someone with no head.
I fired one short,
just to warm my barrel,
for a cold one make a round stray,
leaving one on the plain as a prey,
with no hope but only words to pray.
Standing with my Ak47,
faith was my only fort,
no time to chicken out,
but to focus and employ my training,
then I slowly aimed my machine,
and yes, rounds went out marching,
taking them down one at a time,
but not all of them were wasted,
just when I was ready to seat and relax,
one of them wobbled up,
damn I had to take up my gun again.
Hearts and souls on the front line
Baits in battle to our enemies
Driven to excess emotions of fight and flight
Back to the hum drum of 9-5 wouldnt you try and hide?
Their old jobs gone with no war
however they are greatful for the reprieve
That job is still not our normal every day life
That job is to serve their country and queen
The rest of us get up because we have to go to
Or because we work
Or because we cant sleep we feel bad
Yet imagine the life of that soldier
Battered Bruised to contempt
To the brink
Emotions charged violence and war
How many times do they have to tell you
It's Peace not War
Yet brains are fragile emotions are high
They come back in their coffins from the sky
Brothers and Sisters in Arms
So Brave so Bold
How and what a story could be sold
Be strong x
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