Old Glory
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I travelled to the deepest part of the woods
An ebonied darkness, evil’s domain o’er good
Where light cannot whisper a single breath
And men fall prey to the power of death
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As the sins of man sift through steady hands
I sacrifice myself upon the bloody lands
Give into instinctual beast there found
Seeping like steam from the unholy ground
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I dance in the delight of the stronger few
March on the bones of those we subdue
Relishing a life measured in subtraction
Souls minused in a heartless fashion
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This far in holds no wrong or right
Just the will and want to win the fight
It is a bloody and tragic story
Draped in the dust cover of Old Glory
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
This poem leaves me speechless. Knowing just the tip of the iceberg about “those days”, I sense that this is how you were built up to believe in doing what you were told to do. You took an oath and you stood by that oath when it was time to put words into action. For that, I applaud you.
Thanks sis!
tragic is right, what horrible losses
Tragic and sadly senseless…
I understand the line that you so well placed in this great poem that says that when you are in the fight there is not a thought of right or wrong, you are fighting to survive and for your brothers/sisters to survive as well. The moral issues disappear and the human urge to survive comes clearly into view. A most well written piece my friend,
All the best to you,
FBC.
I always appreciate your insight into my words, my brother. I know because of your experiences, you see them in a different light and understanding.
You are so right. All the best to you my brother!
I guess at some point it just comes down to doing whatever it takes to survive…
so that some day you can write poetry…
Thanks Jim! That puts a beautiful spin on things!