Poetry

by Pete Holly

Ceremonies break the spell-
The desert comes alive,
We call on those-Consider
Beauty-as Worth
Time-
Soldiers March through Hell's-Great Gate's-
to sactify thier Martyr-
and yet-shipped home boxed,
Under Cover of Flag's-
-in Darkness lies-
Hide the victum-Praise
-the Calvery
We come to save your souls,
But many are allready taken'-Before,By Who ? No One Knows-
Brave soldiers pray god has not forsaken-
and we at home-Some of us who know them-
Touch the cross-and pray for thier souls,
To cross calvery-and find Home-