War is Not a One Man Band

War is Not a One Man Band

”From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered-We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother”…Shakespeare


Backs pressed to the four winds, eyes heavenward
Boots on the ground, brave warriors boldly defend
Each other’s blood, each other’s loyal hearts
     A band of brothers

Passionate to live, willing to die for you and I;
Precious blood spills on ancient Baghdad roads
On Death’s highway, Balad, Baqubah, Mosul
     A band of brothers

An army’s family, bold men and women
Die for freedom’s cry, liberate the masses
Sacrificial lambs on Islam’s altar
     A band of brothers

America’s children, its youth, shuttles off to war
Innocent, naïve, return limbless and grieve
A comrades life, lost in battle, forever gone
     A band of brothers

A fraternity pledged with a blood oath
A happy few that comprehend a nectar
A sore need, positioned for death’s rare call
     A band of brothers