Lonely Thoughts

Hero

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!