by Bob retired
A great many people suffer in war simply because the war came to their home.
Marching columns are passing by, seemingly unending,
Freedom is the battle cry, it's freedom we're defending.
There are tears on watching faces as the lines go by,
No more embracing now, they've already said goodbye.
They board the ship and sail away to fight in foreign lands,
In thick mud and in trenches, and out on desert sands,
In the skyways and on the oceans, where e'er the battles be,
Together, fight all people who have wishes to be free.
But they’re not the only ones who fight, together, or alone,
Think about the other ones, the ones who stayed at home.
They're waiting for some news, a sign their love is fit and well,
Too many times the news they hear simply brings another hell.
Who will ease a mothers pain when she's lost her only son?
And who will help a growing family whose father is now gone?
Can someone dry the tears of young love with a broken heart?
Can man's broken mind be mended, when his world is torn apart?
What of all the havoc wrought in those lands across the sea?
They're people too, love freedom, the same as you and me.
Do our soldiers fight for freedom, for those people over there,
Or is it just OUR freedom for which they have a care?
No matter where the conflicts are, or which side is right,
The innocent suffer mightily, whoever wins the fight.