The Last Stand

Born with a mission or
To idle away the time
With wistful dreams?
Can I live and have all
Like you and others do?
Can this be the end,
All too soon…

Who says that it’s right
To die in a trench
With a gun?
That’s too heavy a burden
And to leave it a sin
Is this then sad fate;
One who loves no less…

Come now and finish
The task or do I wait
Here with anxiety extended
The last bullet in reserve;
It will be the last gift
The last for a man
Who loves his country.

So let it be my fate
For the cause we protect
And all it stands for
Let me die no less for it.
Let it all flow free,
Blood, tears and infinity;
This is the last stand I make.


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