Soldiers

They love and hate,
With trust in fate.
A way with words,
Can change the herds.

Through cold and sleet,
Through rain and heat.
They die in blood,
Sink through the mud.

Come home with death,
No life or breath.
In fear they wake,
With wounds that ache.

Their families they left,
A poor hearts' theft.
They wait to cry,
They live or die.





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Tomboy said...
Jun. 27, 2010 at 2:14 am
amazing, i love the stanzas and how it rymhs, i cant spell that srry
 
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