What makes a hero?
Is it the gleam of courage (sacrifice) in their eye?
The swift shing (bam) of a sword (gun) being drawn (shot)?
The taste of sweat (of hard work) on an upper lip?
The thick scent of a monster's (human's) blood spilling into the air?
Or the feeling
deep, deep, down
Inside your heart,
Inside your SOUL
That tells you
If you fall, then a thousand children will fly
If you are conquered, a country (your country) won't be
So let's dance, death.
And the battle begins
Screaming and crying and living and dying
oh why is gOD so cruel and loving
Righteous fury, courageous strength
The strength of a thousand men
The determination of a million woman
The love of a billion families
And what used to matter to you
doesn't, because
NOthInG MaTTeRs anYMoRE
As long as your people can live without
Fear
and
Pain
and
Death
Controlling them
like a sand dune's trap
In the middle of a
Dusty, barren
desert.
Sand whirls as ancient, primal urges
To conquer, to dominate, to W I N
Rear up like massive serpents, hissing and spitting for control
And yes, you're brave, you're strong,
But you're scared as shit,
For your life, for her life,
For the life of the warrior (friend)
That falls beside you
With an arrow (bullet)
Buried past his armor (vest)
And you're angry,
Because this is not how war should be
Way back when, mice were men,
And despite their blindness, they charged onto the battlefield
With their weapons held high
Facing the undefeated Golden Country
With no chance of success,
but with the furious courage all of mankind has
And now?
The Men Have turned into
Mice
Hiding behind bombs and innocents
Whisking away to mouse holes when challenged
COME ON OUT AND FIGHT, VERMIN
Plant their paws and raise their muzzles,
Look glorious, horrific death in the face
and squeak
I've taken pure and moral lives
aNd I'M hErE to ACCePT tHE CONSEQUENCES
And you swoop in,
An Eagle with a burning hunger for justice, snapping up and crunching down
On w e a k, c o w a r d l y bones frozen in a terrified crouch.
Turn around with the taste of Victory fresh on your tongue and fly back into the fight.
And when the blood of the enemy flows no more,
And you can go home,
To your family once more,
Look around and laugh (cry) with the ones you love,
You know every second was
worth
it.
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Short little free style that I wanted to crank out before school starts. If you liked it (it's about USA army men and woman), vote and leave a comment. If you'd like a soundtrack, listen to Strength of A Thousand Men or Protectors of the Earth by Two Steps From Hell. It's perfect music for writing. Have a great day, or first day of school, cupcakes!
September 23 Update: Hey guys! I updated this a little cause I thought it was a little weak. Hope you like the changes!
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Lonely Thoughts
Poetry~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))
