the oath

passionate patriotic, epic, militirist

A long line of men
Berried in the sand dunes
Sand sweat and blood
Holding their morale together like glue
Yet insisting upon their duty,
Relentlessly forging every
Last drop of courage,
Not renouncing their oath
And clutching to the belief
That they will not be forgotten
Their nightmares of smoking lead
Shattering the defenses,
Introduces a state of restlessness,
A tension or strain that heads no
Warning for the end,
Ignorant of this,
Keeping insanity at bay,
They load their
Knives, forks, and shaving blades
Into the defenses
For their will be no white cotton
To signify the end,
No signed surrender either.

This is the oath
The value of victory
Exceeds that of any mortal,
And only the lost, cowardice
And lonely can live beyond
Such times.