![]() Shadowless NightA Poem by Jesse W.![]() A parable of service![]()
They march through the filth and the mud
Through fire that fails to illuminate the dark As death creeps forth to make his craven mark They march ever on steady as the flood They breathe hot air and cold desert sand Shoulder their spears, armor and rifles Ready to face the day's heavy trifles Singing their cadence louder than any band They occupy forever the earth, land and sea Provide safety and comfort so we may cope Surrender their lives to give us all hope Forgo their families to save people like me They guard the walls, give us all their might Marching for hope through the shadowless night © 2016 Jesse W.Author's Note
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