For God And Country

Dying I lay on this field blackened and smoldering
Thinking this morn might ease my mourning
Comrades stand stout and strong all round me
Screaming, clawing their eyes amidst napalm fire
Weeping, howling for mothers across the mire
Praying, hoping that somewhere god is listening
When the dove arrives, the curtain will have fallen
A land lush and plentiful must lie beyond the flood
But my blood still seeps and the bullets fall like rain
Yet through this hurt I long for the kiss of my swain
Her eyes a star in the dark as I draw my last breath
For now suddenly there is nothing but an endless void

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