Broken Soldiers
Broken Soldiers
Broken soldiers, tend their wounds,
in sterile sunless corner rooms.
They bide their time in fretful hours,
to ward away the memories, dour.
These valiant ones, once walked upright,
with weaponry and means of might.
And nothing can remove the thoughts,
of war’s unholy moments caught.
Heroes of battles they once knew
give thankful prayers they made it through.
They went to serve when country called
defending home and giving all.
Broken soldiers tell their stories,
horror, love and bloody glories.
In cold, unsettled nights they come,
dreams of battles fought and won.
3/4/17
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