Where are you
Home of the brave?
Are you hiding
Behind your graves?
Or do I see you stand
With Bible at your hand
Flag flying red, white waves?
Can I hear you sing,
Oh, say can you see?
That when the bullets came,
We stood up gallanty?
Our flag, she waved goodbye,
While war went into night,
And morning came,
She waved again,
"Hello, I am alright."
The brave, oh, brave were they,
From night and to the day,
She watched them go,
While guns did blow,
She wonders for today.
Home of the brave,
If drafted, would you come?
Or volunteer,
With little fear,
Of ever coming home?
Home of the brave,
Do stand at attention,
Salutes are made,
That never jade,
No want of true surrender.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
