For Glory Poem by Jacob Mason

Morning's sun beams onto the green field.
Brothers wake me into a summer's breeze.
A beautiful view of men laughing under protective trees.
We need to get moving!
Together we march for Glory!
Laughing, strolling, telling stories.
The lines! We arrived.
Nervous and excited,
for the promise of Glory…

However the only thing waiting for us was horror.
Men shouting, bleeding, dying…
Watching nothing but an evil ecstasy unfold.
Men crying, praying, dying…
The haunting wails and screeches of bombs.
Men! An unbalanced officer commanded.
To the lines, For Glory!
The sentence gives us a glimpse of reassurance once lost.
We scurried across the devils field unsure, For Glory!

But for what.
A promise by an unknowing leader?
To satisfy our negligent country?
For a promise of Glory unkempt?
Glory…