poems of the past

March

The night howls as the moon shines bright
As lost souls walk through the streets at night

The earth stands still as the bombs all fall
We March in silence when we hear deaths call

Satan laughs as he spreads his wings
His hoves stomping as he pulls our strings

To war is were the men must go
To fight for freedom and defend our homes

We hold our rifles and guide our hands
As we hear glorys of the promised land

The shots ring out as we cry for God
We fall on deaf ears and fall for the facade

We fought hard and come back home
To find out We are all alone

So we roam these streets broken and hopeless
Yet you see us broke and homeless

The devil laughs as God sits and weeps
Watching soldiers March in the streets

We March with no rifle just hope in our hands
We fought for your freedom and your promised land