Warriors
The warriors stand, frozen in time
Awaiting a signal, to come down the line
Then they move to a purpose, no fear
Often wonder whatever brought them here
Upon this battlefield, facing horrors on high
For their cause, their beliefs, ready to die
Across the ridge with mortars and shell
These soldiers are ready to give the foe hell
Under the shadow of death, harsh cries fill the air
Out numbered twenty to one, but they don't care
Many a foe will die in the field fighting today
A noble and courageous end their leaders will say
The soldiers were sent there to stop some aggression
Hoping their leaders would learn a great lesson
Only to find that it was a political ploy
And the soldiers were simply used as a toy
Upon returning to their great land
No cheering, no rah, rah's, not even a band
Just jeers and hissing and hate in their heart
For fighting a war that they didn't start
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Jim 1972
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem