My tears fall softly down my cheeks
As I think of those in battle today
For the Mother’s and Father’s
Sisters and Brother’s
The rancid smell of weapons set off
While flesh is laying upon a street
Burnt beyond recognition
Mutilated by angry shells
A casket carried home
Draped with our Flag
One wonders the feelings
Of those in sorrow this day
Carry on they say to those who remain
March on for your Brother
Redeem his soul that was taken
In a foreign land
Seek Democracy and Freedom
Fight for rights of those deprived
Walk with confidence and head held high
You’re the Anchor that keeps us free.
©Tobie Haga Roy
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