Led by men of clothed tables,
A drink still warming their hands,
Soldiers' unburdened of choice,
March side-by-side in trance.
Met by the fire,
And pain of war.
Unflinching, unwavering,
They feel fear no more.
For seen before their eyes,
Shine memories of love.
As those whose memories share,
Pray from above.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Led by men of clothed tables,
A drink still warming their hands,
Soldiers' unburdened of choice,
March side-by-side in trance.
Met by the fire,
And pain of war.
Unflinching, unwavering,
They feel fear no more.
For seen before their eyes,
Shine memories of love.
As those whose memories share,
Pray from above.
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