Once Upon A Time In The West A soldier came to desert heat A pack upon his back His rifle true His helmet on To make the first attack. The sand bit at his weathered face His water running dry His courage was unbounded But built upon a lie. The battle raged The bullets flew The soldier stood and fought The enemy a foreign race Its treasures to be sought. God's Will was kind, The soldier won, His victory was sweet. Upon his arm The Stars and Stripes Were seen on every street. But why now Such sour remains When Freedom shines its light? The soldier came to save them, To fight the truthful fight. No matter still The bombs explode, No matter blood is spilled. The soldier guards the Treasure now, So let the graves be filled.
i like this poem...very descriptive....reminds me of the war that is at hand....maybe thats why it stirs such emotion!!!
