The old men send young men off to war
That’s How it’s always been
They give them weapons and enemies
And tell them to be brave.
The young men go away so strong
And come back not the same
They may live life and be someone
But no one gets the blame.
But friends and comrades have a way
Of dying in each war
And there is nothing for a soldier to say
For with words he’s taught to be poor.
But someone must and usually will
Say something for the dead
Do we know your fear or your courage?
Do we know your strength or dread?
The earth is covered with soldiers blood
And it cries to God above
Let us remember your sacrifice
And think of you with love.
We know that many were thugs and thieves
Violent aggressive men
But you gave all and we are here
Alive, sipping brandy in the den.
We know that many were so afraid
And took so long to die
And we weep for you our brothers
May God take you to the sky.
And those that live as broken men
Are hard to love sometimes it’s true
May you find peace even now
You are not alone.
4 thoughts on “To My Brothers,”
It’s just too painful, isn’t it? Thank you.
It really is sometimes.
This one really touched me, thankyou.
You are welcome.