A Soldier’s March.

A soldier marches to the beat of a drum,

    A sacred brotherhood, a future alum,

In the heat of battle he fears the firefight,

     Strength returns wrought in the form of brothers in sight,

Trust, faith, honor, and duty remain,

     Most in this world cannot say the same,

Bloody and beaten, tears in his eyes,

     Best friends fallen amidst battle cries,

They swear to protect, serve, and victor,

      With every breath, for us they survive for,

The lack of respect they receive seems criminal,

      For their protection in our lives is simply pivotal,

Generate love for every soldier,

      Or rue the day they return the cold shoulder.

 

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