Haunting Memories
June 1, 2013
Standing proudly
in green uniforms
chins raised high
greeting the sky.
Turn away beginning
far from here
together we'll unite
to form the ranks.
Its time to sound-
the alarm
The troops are coming
for our hides
For beliefs in
what is right.
Turn away
avert your eyes
from this gruesome sight.
Strength is waning
freedom is gone
burned away like ashes.
Save us from
ourselves this night.
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