The Crimson Sands Of War
With her arms torn off, guts spilling out
She can only cry when she wants to shout
Then the blood colors the sand on which she falls
She cries."Father this is a dirty war
"I've had enough can't take no more.
Please take me home,just take me home to you"
Her voice is soft but soon turns shrill
It's a thing that happens against your will
And the blood flows from her veins like the river Jordan
He answers and says he won't let her go
Til all mankind learns what he knows.
"I'M SPARING YOUR LIFE SO THEY'LL LEARN WHAT BULLETS DO."
The medics come and shake their heads
Numbed by the pain of gathering dead,
Silently lifting her body from blood soaked sands.
There is no win in victory
She has served her country to keep us free
And the blowing winds clear sands of their crimson glories.
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