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    dots Submission Name: Wayward Soldierdots

    Author: SanctityExposed
    ASL Info:    25
    Elite Ratio:    3.98 - 48/66/40
    Words: 314
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 1358
    Average Vote:    4.5000
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    Carry on my Wayward Soldier
    Light the fire that’s in your hands
    Scar the tissue that’s so fresh
    Wave the knife in disbelieving faces

    Lie down here, my Wayward Soldier
    Rest your eyes
    Calm your fears
    Whisper the words that haunt your dreams

    Kick the dust, my Wayward Soldier
    From your boots that lingers still
    Crop your hair and tie the strings
    Stand up tall and jut your chin

    Hush your screams, my Wayward Soldier
    Bandage knuckles that bleed so free
    Light that cigarette put to your lips
    Collapse in fatigue upon the floor

    Stray your eyes, my Wayward Soldier
    Dry the tears that stain your face
    Have no remorse for duty set
    Holster your gun

    Recite your mission, my Wayward Soldier
    Breathe in deep the air that stings
    Trade your hopes for darker thoughts
    Step away from your dead comrade

    Lift your arms, my Wayward Soldier
    Fall onto knees that quiver quickly
    Trace the sand, a map surrounding
    Shoot to kill and wonder not

    Come home to me, my Wayward Soldier
    To sleep beside the one so dear
    Forget the blood that seeps into night
    And use the fingers you used to fight

    God is not here, my Wayward Soldier
    Though life, it is, just down the stairs
    Pass on your strength to children borne
    To live and die, by Honor’s Code.

    “War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.
    The decayed and degraded state of moral and
    patriotic-feeling which thinks that nothing is worth
    war, is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more
    important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free…Unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”

    -John Stewart Mill-

    Submitted on 2009-12-28 23:58:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      WOW~ This is surely something that needs to be read by all. For me this is something that hits home hard. I know of a lot of people that are fighting with the armed forces of this country and I too am about to be one of those proud and few. Again, this was absolutely amazing!
    | Posted on 2009-12-29 00:00:00 | by DearlyDeparted | [ Reply to This ]

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