Say a Prayer for the Soldier

Say a Prayer for the Soldier

A Poem by Xanthous Crow
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This one I wrote a while ago. I finally found the sheet that it was on.

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Say a prayer for the soldier,
As he marches by

Their arrival was announced by the clap of their boots,
In their uniforms, so neat and clean,
The marching and shouting signaled the arrival of the troops,
In their uniforms; camouflage green

Say a prayer for the soldier,
As the months march by

Far from home, on distant shores, given orders and their posts,
They found out that they are brothers today,
At night, over diner, to brotherhood, they rose their glasses in a toast,
They wouldn't have it any other way.

Say a prayer for the soldier,
As the bullets fly by.

They had become accustomed to the flash and bang of guns,
They received news today that brought tears to their eyes,
The victorious, bloody struggle had forced the enemy to run,
At the cost of victory, two more of their brothers had died.

Say a prayer for the soldier,
As the men carrying the casket pass by.

He left his home in the uniform of a soldier, swearing he'd do his best,
Through tears, his family waved farewell with pride,
His mother, father and family sobbing while he is laid to rest,
Through tears, they said their final goodbye.

Say a prayer for all the soldiers,
Who gave their lives with pride.

© 2012 Xanthous Crow


Author's Note

Xanthous Crow
I'm not religious or spiritual of any sort, although I can understand and respect that other people are. And while I try to stay as neutral as possible when it comes to politics and wars, I do have tremendous respect for the men and women who risk life and limb to protect this country.

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Xanthous Crow

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