My Own Soldier Lies To Rest.

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My brother may go to war.

My Own Soldier Lies To Rest.

We silence our feet, 
We vision the blood covering the floor,
Our own family...Our own blood,
Our hearts are gone,
Faith fades,
The sun begins to only shade, 
Faces engraved in our minds, 
The ones left behind, 
Will never cease, 
Will never mean nothing, 
Strikes of thunder we hear, 
Nothing more, nothing less, 
Barely thunder,
Something.. man-made, 
To kill our love and fill life with chills, 
We can't hold fear, 
We can hold anger, 
For what?, 
The bullet impacts our chest, 
For we ponder on which path we shall have, 
Life or death, 
More war or rest, 
So much we've seen, 
We hope for death, 
My brother, will you become one, 
Will you leave me in the time of needing, 
I need you, but you've chosen this fate, 
I just sit, wait... quietly.. do not fade.


 

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John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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