20 August 2010


When we were soldiers;

Only time would tell whether we live or die;

A family in uniform we were like brothers and sisters in arms;

Putting aside our differences, we shared the same values;

Loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage;

Leaders of today and tomorrow we ventured through the darkest voyage;

If you came into our world you would see that we were more than thugs;

Men in arms we trained and fought with our hearts filled with love,

While standing firm as lethal worriers;

As we leave our families behind, still in thoughts, they were our armor of defense,

And our shields in the battlefield;

Protecting our tender most precious organs; we clung unto them until our wounds healed;

While bullets flew across our naked eyes; we took refuge in their spiritual arms,

As we returned fire in order to maintain our lives;

Looking over our shoulders, the only thing worth dying for, we saw that we were never alone;

When all of our muscular strength and endurance were gone;

We carried each other until we were well and strong;

Through various communicational avenues our souls endeavored to release our secluded pains;

In contrast we felt the energies of your psycho-kinetic crystal tears;

Knowing that you would fight with us until the very end;

You stood fast on your square and never bend;

Keeping the flames alive because of you;

We continue to fight; for all that we do;

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell


Copyright 2010

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