The Rifles Call Poem by Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao

The Rifles Call



Many run but I’m intrigued
The bullet echoes the soldiers creed
Civilians turn but few proceed
For money, honor, or a place to be.

Saturday, July 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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