The Brothers Three

We stood together, side by side,

Brothers strong and three.

With guns in hand, hope in heart,

Marching on that we may be free.

 

Through battles fought and won,

Speeches and letters of home,

We three fell to two

One lost as the war did roam.

 

Tall we stood, proud in life,

Though sorrow plagued we were,

Honor the third we swore to hold,

Now sent on to Heaven, we concur.

 

Each moment on, we fought for him,

Despite the desperate need to end-

Then two brothers came to one,

Lost in battle, was my friend.

 

The sky did rain that day,

Angels hearing my cries.

All I’d loved I did lose,

Amid all propagandized lies.

 

In this I found my truth,

That wars are only fought not won-

Only death awaits all who fight,

When all is said and gone.

 

One last battle do I venture,

One last gun to raise.

For in this moment I shall fall

To join my brothers in the haze.

 

Forward I march to Heaven,

Though Hell’s Gates do beware.

No more am I an angel of light-

But I’ve already paid my fare.