The Battle Rages On Poem by Almira Bausley

The complete and utter chaos has stopped now
but for a moment
As we seek the next battle to be won
We march on
a generation of martyrs for the cause
The smoke is drifting through the wind
as the Sweat rolls down over our skin
The miles may be long
but we can’t stop to contemplate them
or else we won’t want to move on
Memories of a distant life plague our minds
Slowing our stride
We must put them down and leave them behind
The only thing that matters now is the brother at our side
Pressing on with our guard up
For the enemy lurks in the shadows waiting for us to slip up
As we merge into a penetrating silence
we pause to look around
Just then
Bullets whistle through the wind
picking off the ones with their defenses down
and we all fall to the dirt
Destruction and death surrounds
As the enemy moves in
were pinned in hopelessness
then comes in a strong mighty wind
rushing past
It clears the smoke and leaves our enemies as ash
Confused but relieved we make our way to our feet
as the sunshine kisses our heads
We feel an inner peace
Then we rise
as if emerging from the grave
Death cannot hold us
The price has already been paid.