Monday, March 19, 2012

Soldier with an expiration date

Long away in the dusts of May
Where humidity is a distant memory
Like the embrace of wife and son
Where man stands daily against eternity

The march of men haunts the brave
Their orders to approach the enemy
Guns in hand futile defense
For a bullet cannot end death

On the road, on the dead dust road
Where the men trudge free
Towards their end in enemy's home
This is for you soldie,
Soldier with an expiration date

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