Pride in a tomb no longer

Ten sentries stand tall, silent,
dark, proud. Side by side
through the years. No
weather will mar them. No
vandals set them low. No
time will age thier smoth
skins. These warriors,
brothers of blood, family of
heart, mind, soul.

Ten sentries stand, tall,
silent, proud, thier
rocky stone overlooking warriors
in death. Soldiers who gave
their very being for their
countries. Fighting for freedom
their spirits shed the shackles
of life, willingly, patriots
to a cause.

Ten sentries stand tall,
silent, no longer proud. Their
once beautiful land torn, not
by war, but by human
arrogance. Gone is thier love,
thier pride, thier passion. Replaced
only by hate, anger, lust. Fighting
amongst themselves for scraps
of self worth.

Ten sentries, bowed down, silent,
no longer proud. They would
weep at the sight of this
senseless violence. Old men
they would be if alive, and
they would die of shame
at what they were seeing.
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The world is an awful place. The young see a terrible future. The old crave for the beautiful past, but have to live in the present. And we are the ones stuck in the middle of it. We fight, we kill, we die. It makes no sense.