Lyric Soldier Poems

Glory to the Departed
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett

I had to be free.
Now I am gone,
But remember me 
So freedom goes on.

Not an easy road to...

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Stitch these painful, open wounds:
fate is something one chooses;
many faces stare and frown...
not an ounce of pity is shown!

I won't ever finish my final score,
I'm...

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Lofty glory  be   to  the  soldiers
Who   committedly  protect the  land -
It's  people  and the...

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clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along

faces pale from the burning sun
peasants...

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PRAY THAT SOON WILL COME BETTER DAYS

Soldiers on patrol- 
drones on radio control…
They gain ground…as walls come crumbling down

Fire streaks through the night- 
embers burn...

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Come on boys' sign your name, train them, and send them out to fight. 
Praise them once a year, let 22 die with a red...

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From broken bottles
 
to pipes and homes

faced sucked in 

when did it start?

when did it begin?

my friend?

why do you feel the end?

Those are emotions not...

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Old Tom was wrinkled
His face full of care
A military blazer 
He'd always wear

Tom was a fighter
He'd boxed in the ring
He had gone to war
He'd fought...

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GIRL OF SAIGON
I've seen death every day in a tropical rain,
I could tell you about it, but I can't take the pain.

There's a path through...

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Sitting in his broken world 
Littered with his broken dreams
Though the days and nights pass by 
They are meaningless to him
Mem'ries stream around his mind...

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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...

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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...

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A soldier we have fighting for us,
   his time is done, his recovery is a must.
  Where does he go, who does...

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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...

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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...

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