The Silent Legion (Anti-War) Poem by Kevin Patrick

Should I die, serving my country
It was probably for my leader’s tummy
Fighting a cause in the name of freedom
And spilling my blood for a rich man’s reason


And For my medals I leave to you
Recycled trophies for fresh grunts
Perhaps their worth will still imbue
Fresh meat to the grinder on a distant front

Fashion me in the finest scarlet
And Let the bugles sound their fury
Issue with me my nations garment
As a token for my down payment dowry


Honour called me like a siren
And led me to the fatal drum
For as the cannons sound with firing
It plays its note to the death and dumb


Youth lured me of my Immortality
Until age maimed with cold finality
Will I fly with angels or rest in earth with daemons?
That I cannot answer, for I am the silent legion