Lonely soldiers line up for war.
Out they march to the battles core.
Letters get sent, their soldiers gone.
There is a mournful silence when news hits home.
The brave men wait, for the battles beginning.
Not many people are left living.
Does it give you satisfaction to take those soldiers lives?
Do you smile when you hear the cries of their wives?
They say the soldiers fought for freedom, but at what cost?
They tell you they can repair the damage,
but they can’t bring back the soldiers lives lost.
This poem was written/submitted by Angela Williams.