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Soldier

Soldier
 They march as one as a unit
 With discipline they stand lucid
 Into battle, they are ready
 On a narrow path feel their furry
 As bullets fly by
 In combat they are brave in the sky
 With courage in green, they protect
 For we will never forget
 War is upon us all
 All four branches in the military stand tall
 In the desert there is difficulty
 On the front lines it is bloody
 With honor they protect with their lives
 Silver in hand is sharp like a knife
 For they are so far away from home
 We acknowledge the sacrifices you made, you are not alone
 Camouflage painted in green and black
 We thank our soldiers for coming back
 While the plains fly high in the sky
 Our military troops fight, we will never say goodby
 A lonely road is unforgiven
 As Americans, we will lift your burdens
 In closing I write this letter for you
 In testimony I can’t thank you enough for what you do
 Our enemies drew first blood
 With Amo and guns, we’ve all had enough
 To all those who have fallen hard
 We give back with honor a purple heart.
 It has been a long journey under the sun
 Lay down the violence for it is done

Red Poppy Reminder

the red poppy is almost an orange-red
two of my favorite colors, reminding me of bravery
the red -blooded soldiers who are willing to sacrifice everything
a field of these blooms parade about in my mind’s eye
reminding me to be more patriotic not just on special days

Come back

Come back to the refuge; Lets take a trip inside. No shadow can see you here, the perfect place to hide. Come back to the refuge, the largest space of all. Theres room for all your hopes and dreams, so you can bring them all. Come back to the refuge, there's power you can find; Silence is the kingdom, lost somewhere behind your mind. Come back to the refuge, the great ones wait for you; Through white light to fields of green, and skies the bluest blue; Come back to the refuge, i know its been a while; But times a lie so please dont sigh, just come back with a smile! Come back to the refuge, do you still know the way? Let go of thinking without any effort, and sit like that all day. Come back to the refuge, put down those heavy bags! The present is a gift, it doesnt matter how its wrapped. Come back to the refuge, the journey is alone; but once your near, youl feel me here, because the refuge is my home...

A Soldier's Prayer

I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.

When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.

Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.

And I whispered—
“God, even if we lose our lives for the nation,
be with our families.
Give them hearts of stone,
so they will never regret
the prayers they made for us.”

The Marching Poseur

Soft marches
spawn bravado
and cavalier soldier
He who scoffs
at distant gunfire
to meet its fury
Untested untried
untempered
his blade of little worth
As conflict preys
on the folly
— of the paper lion

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Bound by belief

Some still say repentant combatants can’t change,
Though thought to be tamed, they tread a thin track.
When many men mock them, madden, and malign,
They charge with chained choler, yet sworn they stay still.

Fighting foes find few among people preaching peace,
Before battles, they brood, bound by belief.
For futures frame fates none should tether with tears,
While miscreant multitudes menace, unmoved.

Yet years yield younger youths yearning for clear change,
While some soldiers still battle before bold chiefs,
Who wait with well-wrought wisdom, woven in their hearts,
And teach these truths to teenagers in tents.

They need no news anew to nourish their truths;
They tell them to teachers teaching timeless tales.
Some still see storms of sorrow shaking them,
While we wait, they torture their truths with tears—
Torments that mar mortal minds with mournful wails.

Fighting alongside the enemy

Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered 
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy 
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades 
Yet somehow 
The black man 
Is on the receiving side of the bullets 
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same team
With words that sting

He fought for his country
And as a reward
He is erased by history
He became an unknown soldier
Whitewashed because of colour
Seen as another sacrifice 'for the greater good'
Yet deprived of herohood

A man who once had a name
Now demoted to a nameless face
The question is will we ever know 
The story of this unsung hero

Will his name forever be buried in the trenches of history
Hidden beneath the blood Soaked sludge 
Drowned out by the white man's scream
Forever silenced by the songs of white history
Now an invisible grave of black memory 
Under appreciated by a system so weak
It used black strength as a weapon and shield

Sober Soldier

Sobriety does not keep you high, instead it keeps you dry, unable to be satisfied.

Soldier of the Forest

the evergreen casts a full shadow, a grayscale vision
she has served as camouflage for raccoons, mice, and snakes
a soldier of the forest, standing against the north winds
showing the woods what a true patriot looks like
animals depend on her confidentiality, security and discretion.

LOVE FOR THE VETERANS

Love for the veterans
I don't know what to say
I never fought in a war
But I saw what our veterans went through
On television and how the war grew
I say people all over the world praying
And I also heard a lot of critics on what they were saying
People pray for love and end the war
There were a lot of men that were eighteen that went to war
Some left their wife and children
A lot of love was lost and gone
 A lot of great soldiers have fallen
As people around the world kept watching
As the government tries solving
I know there is a lot that the soldiers took back home
Especially when they were attacked
I never fought in a war
But I will always salute our flag
And always stand by our veterans
That gave us our freedom
God bless you all

Warriors

Mothers don't let your children
grow up to be soldiers
and march off to battle
without remorse or of course
a thought of regret
to get in the way
boys playing follow the leader
'We're only following orders'
the young may say
yet greed and stupidity
is the name of the game
either for land or in God's name
history has taught nothing
on judging it seems
and trudging behind the herd
in a word
it's 'insane'
but what if the Generals held a war
and on the day
nobody came

Tokens

A flag draped box on titanium stand
Bears all that remains of a noble man
A father’s pride, a mother’s grief
A widow’s tears without relief
A son whose memories begin to fade
As the soldier is solemnly laid
The torment a brief eternity
Brought by war infernally
Driven by other men’s desires
We raise yet more funeral pyres
And watch again our young men go
Though some may not return we know
How long shall we pay this bloody toll
With tokens made from our own soul

No More War

No More War

Marching boots echo
no birds sing in the  
shattered valleys.

Children’s toys buried
beneath the smoking ruins
where  are they ?

Flags wave in triumph,
but mothers get folded notes
instead of sons.

Steel birds above us
drop fire with no memory
earth weeps sorrowfully

A soldier's last breath
drifts with dust into the wind
nameless in the dark.
.
No victor remains
when the fields are filled with blood
only ghosts rejoice.

Old men talk of pride,
But young men vanish into mud
history forgets and forget

Rain falls on helmets,
drowning cries beneath the mud
the war will never end.

In a child’s drawing,
the sun bleeds behind barbed wire
innocence erased forever

The earth spins once more —
blossoms rise from ash and bone,
whispering, “No more.”

violets soldier

violets soldier
spongy moss tickles her feet
she drops her acorns

Memorial

One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year 
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get

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