Crimson Hopes And Dreams Poem by Stacy Stiles

I’ve watched the soldier give, crimson blood,
heroic sweat, and fallen comrade tears.
I’ve pondered at the ignorance of society whose,
stated they’ve wasted days, months and years.

I’ve seen our soldiers suffer, for a mission others
now see as being in selfishness vain.
I’ve watched as humanity snubs the truth;
our troops are ferocious and brutally insane.

I’ve observed our blanket of freedom, now sport
vast ragged holes and tears at the seams.
I’ve witnessed the fraying of Liberty, which our
soldiers delivered thru crimson hopes and dreams.

I’ve viewed the injured and disabled, now home
after serving their country honorably.
I’ve grasped societies notion, the troops are
now merely a number like me.