He didn't say goodbye before he died
Not that I expected him to.
When a man falls over, hit like that,
There's not much they generally do.
I mean, I would've liked a farewell
But what more can you ask
Than to have a friend fight alongside you
And work alongside you at everyday tasks.
We both knew our lives were on the line
But shit, you never think you'll be the one to go
Somehow you always think it will be the next guy
The one you don't know.
So yeah, I guess he's gone now.
I guess I haven't really got much to say for it.
Only that he died while standing
And not too many of us can do that.
He's not a hero to anyone but me
But that's all right...he didn't like those celebrity guys
He did his share, more than was fair
And so...another person dies.
That's how my friend got killed last week
Standing up like any other soldier should
The only thing left to say then
Is that I don't know if I would.
The plane ride home is agony.
How could I just leave my men out there?
Desperately search for my safe zone.
No luck; can't find it.
Blood. All I see is blood.
Friends, comrades, fellow soldiers.
Blood. More blood.
The car ignites and then explodes.
No; remember reality.
Can't. I still see their faces.
Heart races; where am I?
I want to go back.
Bullets. Bullets whizzing past my head.
Where's my helmet?
Can't hurt me if I have my helmet.
Cock my gun;
Can you hear the gunshots?
The bang of a bullet shooting through the air
to strike someone with a life,
Can you see the pain?
The endless torment of men being beaten,
women being raped,
children being shot.
Can you hear the bombs dropping?
the screams of innocent families trying,
clawing for their lives.
As the battle rages.
Can you taste the blood?
The taste of innocent people who have died here without a cause,
without a single chance,
without a single goodbye.
Can you smell the dust?
The dirt that flies from the soldiers’ feet as they jump over the bodies.
The unidentified shells of humans who were just trying to live;
Can you hear the prayers?
The sound of good men who value religion over their own life.
Who believe that there is a god somewhere who can save them,
as they are executed one by one.
Can you feel the suffering?
As you sit by and watch from a distance,
because you’re too scared,
to face the war.
Knowledge wakes up my dome with bombs thrown down my street.
I wake up, lost in dust & gun shells
" Shhhh. Be quite. "
As the sound of 1000 soldiers stomp across my heart.
Time stood still.
As my mom gets snatched right in front of me
" MOM, MOM, PLEASE don't take her away!"
I try to get one final word
"I love you. "
But it's heard on the bullet that went threw her brain.
Because of that,
I will never be the same.
America took away the one I adore.
For what. ?
All because of this war. ?
Just because my mom dressed in a long robe that hides her face?
Means she's hiding a terrorist in this place?
Is ready to enbattle vengeance on the American race.
These open wounds won't stop these open minded bombs
Won't reverse time
These open eyes
Won't stop the flashbacks
" STRAY BULLET! ".
And these soilders,
Won't stop this WAR.
We stride in a faultless line
Heroism at our shoulders
And pride reflecting from
The things we come across
As the horrendous
Monster of Fate
Tends to intervene.
Despite the dreary, odious
We keep marching on.
As we strode, I saw
The poor sought salvation
And Dreamer’s hopes
Were evaporated to dust.
But nevermind what we saw
Nevermind reality; it’s inevitable
So, we keep marching on.
We walk along deserted
Paths, overflowing with
And not many stayed
For the march.
One by one they ran, fear striking them in
This cycle continued until I walked alone.
But, I kept marching on.
In every place dark: evil, corroded and stark,
In every place dark: where all good has fallen apart,
Even in landmarks of evil, devoid of our hearts,
Light finds a way to light a spark.
In places where darkness lingers, life loses and withers,
Where even Nature is rotten, full of thorns and splinters,
Where all is void of warmth, covered by eternal stormish winters,
Somehow, a spark arrives, breaking all that hinders.
Even if Light is in a far away place,
Even if our world has failed, shamed and disgraced.
Even if all life and spirit has fallen or wilted,
A spark arrives, balance has tilted.
In every place dark, In every place evil:
Where darkness has conquered since time primeval,
Even where all which lurks, twisted, flawed and dark,
Be the light there, be that spark.
They've given all as war raged on,
they gave their best each day;
They fought to free each one of us,
to see 'ole glory wave!
They stood so strong, so proud and tall,
our freedom to defend;
That son or daughter, mom or dad,
that husband, wife, or friend!
Though young or old, some rich or poor,
each answered beckon call;
They fought to let our freedom ring,
each soldier gave their all!
The ones that fell, who now have passed,
who paid the bigger price;
Left loved ones here with broken hearts,
still lost in silent cries!
Then ones still here, so many ways
the war has left it's mark;
With scars and shattered dreams they have,
so many broken hearts!
I take the time to pen these words,
to stand up to my feet,
Saluting every one who've fought,
the few, OUR BRAVE ELITE!!
Crosses white, poppies red,
Remember how, remember when
Pale petals fell from blooming roses,
And padded paths where freedom goes.
Fierce fires doused a would be hate,
To quench dry hearts, yours and mine.
Their love and duty burned paper chains
That shackled in war time.
Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts,
Traded rockers for grassy beds;
Gave up gray for blue-black youth,
Now honoured among the dead.
The rose that's guarded by the thorn,
Against the reach of many hands,
Does the same in all God's lands:
Yet still the life sap flows.
This time of year is here again,
But remember how, remember when
Fading pulses played taps then.
Remembrance Day must never end.
Hands like soldiers in the night
Wanting something better
Than the rumours of the world
Listen to the beat
The stamping feet
The parade rhythm of life
Tearing us asunder
The kind of etheric dance
That makes you stay up
Late at night with wonder
Becomes a bullet
I hold my breath
Hearing you near
No more fear
As the flames and smoky fire
Consume our souls
We melt the wire...
Yet still a connection stands
Electric voice screams
A heartfelt song,
Carried across victorious lands
Singing 'we will never forget you...'
Afterward, fumes fill the air
Birds sing along the creek
Silence crashes like symbols
As I read your last words
'We only depart to meet...'