a soldiers poem

This is For those who fought
just to lost it all

There lay the men
that were praying to survive
but there job was only to take a bullet before five

As the men who care
march up and down the rows
poppies red and fluffy blow
reminder of blood glow

one by one every men drops him gun
They Crash and lay wounded on the floor
with there last breath
they whisper
"face it, i cant take it no more"

all teary eyed they go out and fight
even if it takes all there might

The Ground becomes a battle Field
with no time for questions asked

now tilt your head for there time has passed

By Courtney Spafford