Soldiers
By Janus
In a city miles away from the US,
Soldiers march in a straight line,
Marching to a death in a place far from home,
Marching to a dark future,
IN a city of death,
In a city of spirits,
A city of bloodshed and disgrace,
They have submitted to death,
They know they are more then likely die for their country,
Knowing they may not be going home,
Or if they do,
Watch the war replay in their minds for the rest of their lives,
Marching.. Knowing..going on..the best they can.
© Leelachan AKA Janus