A Poem From The Front

I seem to be getting alot of poetry these days which is cool as I have notebooks full of my own sitting in forgotten boxes. This one courtesy of A Dogs Life by Cap'n B at One Marine's View.

Any Given Sunday

For all the free people that still protest,
you’re welcome,
We protect you and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud,
but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying the guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die.
We might not be able to save the world ,
well at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear,
if that’s not respected we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling and put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that
we chose to go through hell.