A Soldiers Poem

For all the free people that still protest. You're welcome. We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you. No one standing in your crowd.

We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure your future is carved in stone.

We are the ones who fight and die, we might not be able to save the world, well, at least we try. We walk the lathes to were we are at and we want no other choice than that.

So when you rally your group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly wars must be fought and young men must die.

We come here to fight for the ones we hold dear. If that's not respected, we would rather stay here. So please stop yelling, put down your signs, and pray for those behind enemy lines.

And then when the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful that we chose to go through hell
Bretley Bretley
22-25, M
Sep 9, 2012