titus morrison

Coming Home - Poem by titus morrison

the return is not as easy as i thought
the odds have taken tourn and have been unkind
a thousand memory which i forgot
now resourect and watch across my mind
the drummer beats his drum the army roll
and at my back i hear teh choir sing
a song of hope for gone

a morning for the bitter pain they call me fire burn
i stand upon the fields my father stood
the sweat runs down my back as i decide
to stand and fight
to battle for the good
and die where greater men in me had died

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coming home

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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