A heart was lost along the way
A loved one fell in combats way
Why should each one have to pay
The debts of those from far away
Keep the dust from off your face
And pray to see a different place
Feels like minds have been erased
And no loved ones can be replaced
In these times of tragedy
When hate is banging at your knees
Keep your pride and faith in thee
In hopes that we can all be free













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First off, I know I'm inundating you with comments, but I totally owe you. I haven't been reading stuff much at all. How could I abandon ~Bambushka? You're my dA girl, no kidding.
Freedom. Is that what we fight for? And what kind of freedom at that--political freedom, personal freedom...freedom from spiritual things that we can't break free of on our own? Freedom from war? Freedom from fighting for the soldier--that he just wants to go home. Perhaps winning freedom for other peoples earns him his freedom from his ties of service.
This poem is simple enough in statement. But it's thought-provoking. And the rhyme is lovely. It just adds to the simple sentences instead of enjambment.
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"Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly." G.K. Chesterton
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