WE ARE THE NOBLE AND NAÏVE WHO ANSWERED THE CALL.
THE TOWERS FELL AND THE PRINCE CRIED, “FOR THE STARS AND FREEDOM, TO
WE REACHED OUT OUR HAND TO GRASP THE SWORD.
WE MARCHED FORTH TO WAR WHILE THE PEOPLE SANG OUR PRAISE.
WE BESOUGHT THEM, “REMEMBER US, HOLD US CLOSE IN YOUR HEARTS, FOR
FATE IS UNCERTAIN WHEN YOU DANCE WITH DEATH”.
AND THEY PLEDGED THEIR LOVE.
WE RAINED FIRE ON THE HINDU KUSH, THAT SILK ROAD.
WE SHOOK THE GROUND OF BABYLON WITH THE CHARGE OF OUR
WE LET OUR BLOOD AT THE SUPPOSED ALTER OF FREEDOM
UNAWARE THAT THE PIPER PLAYED FOR THE PRINCE.
THEY DRANK AND WERE MERRY AND DANCED UPON THE BONES OF THE
BUT STILL WE FOUGHT.
AS TIME PASSED OUR PEOPLE STOPPED RECOUNTING OUR STORY.
THEY WERE TO BUSY TO RECALL THE FRIENDS OF THEIR CHILDHOOD.
FOR THEIR TIME WAS SPENT IN THE THEATRE.
THEY SIGHED, “WE ARE WEARY FROM OUR LABORS, LET US DEVOTE
OURSELVES TO THE DISTRACTION OF THE PLAY, LET THE ACTORS
APPLY THEIR CRAFT; IT WILL SERVE AS BALM FOR OUR DISTRAUGHT MINDS”.
WHEN AWAY FROM THE THEATRE THEY COULD BE FOUND IN THE MARKET
THEY YELLED AT THE MERCHANTS, “WE HAVE COIN, SELL US A PRETTY THING
TO OCCUPY OUR IDLENESS”.
STILL WE FIGHT.
BUT WHAT HAVE WE PURCHASED WITH OUR SACRIFICE AND MUCH SORROW?
A NEW ENEMY COMES.
THE CRESCENT MOON UPON A BLACK BANNER CAME SWIFTLY IN THE NIGHT. THEY MURDERED AND RAPED THE PIOUS.
THE RIVERS RAN RED WITH THEIR BLOOD.
THE PIOUS PLEADED AND BEGGED THEIR CLOSE KIN FOR HELP.
DESPITE THE BRAVE FEW, MANY ONLY HAD APATHY TO GIVE.
“WE ARE OCCUPIED WITH OUR OWN CONCERNS, WE CANNOT
BE TROUBLED WITH YOURS” THEY EXCLAIMED.
THEY WERE FORGOTTEN,
AND HERE WE ARE TODAY.
THEY DESIRE PEACE, WHILE WE DESIRE A JUST CAUSE.
WE HAVE FOUGHT FOR SO LONG.
ALL WE KNOW IS WAR.
LIKE OTHERS WE WANT PEACE, BUT WE CANNOT HAVE IT.
WHEN WE RETURN HOME THE WAR DOES NOT END, THE CAMPAIGN CONTINUES
IN OUR MINDS. THE FACES OF COMRADES LOST DOES NOT FADE FROM
SO WE WILL EVER BE AT WAR AS LONG AS OUR HEART BEATS.
AS SUCH LET US FIGHT A GOOD FIGHT.
LET THE PRINCE GIVE THE ORDER ONCE MORE SO WE MAY CONTINUE TO APPLY
OUR SKILL, AND CHAMPION THE CAUSE OF THE INNOCENT.
LET THE MARSHALLS WHO HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF WAR LEAD US AGAIN,
BUT NOT FOR LUCRE’S SAKE.
OUR MOTIVES ARE PURE, FOR TO FREE THE OPPRESSED AND DEFEND THE
HELPLESS IS RIGHT.
IF THE WAR IS TO BE FOUGHT NOW OR LATER LET IT BE NOW, ON THE GROUND
OF OUR CHOOSING.
WE HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN AS THEY HAVE BEEN.
IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE SO.
BUT IF IT DOES, THEN IT DOES.
THE FORGOTTEN WILL TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES.
ONE DAY ALL THINGS WILL BE MADE RIGHT.
James Bavry is a thirty year old father of a set of seven year old twins. Enlisted in the US Army as an infantryman, he has multiple deployments overseas, and is currently working towards a B.A. in Middle Eastern Studies from American Military University. His long term plan outside of the military is to earn his Masters degree in Theology. His interests include history, smoking cigars or one of his tobacco pipes, and anything that gets him outdoors. As a fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, he has found that he enjoys writing poetry. Inspired to try his hand at poetry after being inspired by poems that were written by soldiers during World War 1, he has found that the use of symbolism and fantasy can help communicate truths in reality, whether it be a simple truth or a truth far more meaningful.