Poetry of a Lifetime

Brothers of War

As proud warriors we were
we fight for true things such as her
In which we make our fathers pride honourable
As if this was a outstanding yet true fable

Standing here in the front lines of war
Mourning for the loved ones of before
Never should I have left them in torn battle
Now here I am, chained to the wall saying nothing but tattle

Was this worth risking everything
I should have rather risked nothing
Yet here we are dieing in the midst of time
I rather be back home making rhyme in sublime