The Glory Zone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 02, 2016

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Submitted: August 02, 2016



THE GLORY ZONE By River Dawson copyright 2016
Fighting past the glory line
Past your loyal friends, now killed,
Its in this area that medals are won,
And all too many lonely graves are filled.
We never plan for after the war,
When red hot casings lie forgotten and cold,
We soldiers, we band of brothers,
Simply were not meant to just grow old!
Those lives we took in battle stalk us still,
Vengeful spirits walking through our dreams,
Waking us from sleep in dead of night,
Robbed of peace of mind or will.
We cannot stop those ghosts from walking,
Through our haunted dreams in dead of night,
While people go about their daily grind,
Caring not for any soldiers fight.
Just a nod of thankyou would be nice,
For friends we've lost, and battles won,
Thankyou for the endless sacrifice,
For noise of war for us is never gone.
When some threat somewhere emerges,
They send us in to fight and die without a thought,
And we do what we trained to to,
But all for nought
Medals don't bring back our fallen friends,
Or stop the ghosts from haunting all our dreams,
The noise and pain of war just doesn't end,
At least for us warriors that's how it seems.
So for us brave few that crossed the glory line,
In a desperate firefight for our lives,
We fought our wars, put in our time,
Lost our friends and comrades and our wives.
So in the heat of battle we were forged,
In heat of battle we were meant to die,
Not shuffle around all old and bent,
But angry, fighting, shouting a battle cry.

© Copyright 2018 river dawson. All rights reserved.

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