The Burning gases,
Flames, Chills, Blood, Grenade flashes,
Will it ever come to pass?
Surely these bombs, cries, screams can't last

Planes fly, little
Babies die,
Mamas wail, Sirens pierce the night
Death, Guns, Men- Are only a few of the fears.

Tanks rumble, grumble through the fields,
Soldiers gripe, but they yield,
Some tremble, others cheer, when they pull the trigger.

Flags fly, so does war-time pride,
Hearts pound, beat to the marches,
March to the beat. Tip your hat private, If not,
Ten nights in the hole,
ten nights of no food,
Decades of torture.

Sirens rip through the air,
No one said, no one bargained for fair.
No one shook hands, No one is free.
War taxes the Just, the Brave, the Bold.
The Free.

The drone of air crafts, the whiz of bullets,
Scrapes of shovels, burying the Dead.
Blood on their boots,
blood on their minds,
Seeping red, drowning in Red.

No food, No safety, No fathers,
Secrets flood the night, Whispers
Pound on ears, longing for truth.

Sprinting Soldiers, on the battlefield, At Home. Thoughts, feelings, anger flows.
Freedom grows, Candles glow, Curtains pulled shut,
Just like their minds. Yanked shut, forced shut, Closed non the less.

Bombs drop in the sea, on land, on the cities.
Why can’t you see, No on is free. The war taxes the Proud,
the Meek, the Strong, the Free.