Meant Us For Poem by Trevor McLeod

I'm going to the legion
where soldiers drink in fear
And stories being told aloud
are never what you'd hear

That all who had a hand
in what was once called war
Were timid to the sound of it
and anxious to be tore

That every drink went down for it
when memories marked the horror
And every thought of better now
was just what they could pour

So ask yourself what's in a drink
and offer yourself more
And fight the problems in the world
each soldier meant us for

note: Soldiers are always a last resort.
They are failures we thank for all they
did with all our hearts. They are our
heroes; our protectors and our guiding
lights. They remind us we are soldiers
there for them.