Soldiers

Soldiers

Solider go to war
They march into the dusty desert
Some will never come home
Some will come home but never be the same
Some flags will be handed to families
Medals will be handed out at funerals
Ordinary men fight for something they believe in
Guns will be fired and blood will be spilt
Lives will end and sorrow will come
The blood runs into the earth as if to return to the heavens
People cry and so many People die
This is a war