the poem "warrior" who wrote this Free Dating, Singles and Personals

the poem warrior who wrote this Posted: 5/28/2005 11:29:45 PM
My bad... it wasnt me. I have a poem under that title, but have never posted it in here. This is the poem I had mistaken it for. Your probably thinking of the other guys I mentioned, both are INCREDIBLE writters... Some Came So They Could Bleed **************************** Standing in his finest armor, the Queen placed the ribbon around his neck. The crowd cheered, their elation was so loud. With labored enthusiasm he waved back towards the roar. He accepted the honor. He swallowed the pain. He ignored the guilt. He soldiered. That day. That day bounced inside his mind. He was supposed to provide safety for his men, yet still advance his calling. Damn the images. Damn the lives. Curse the foe, bless the fallen. Bless those who fight in fear, bless those who deny mortality. Bless my men! He saw the first man fall. His blood began to boil. He chose to take these men here. He chose to show them the enemys sword. He chose to let them die. He chose to let their kids be raised by another man... at best. His choice. He saw the blood fly out of the neck of his first officer. He saw life fall away. He heard lifeless armor crash down upon cold Earth. He saw. He took the lives of young men. He took their lives because he was better with a sword. He took away a father from a child, because he knew when to step to the left, faster than that kids daddy did. He created widows every day, because he knew how to kill. He had slept alone for 23 years, because he knew how to kill. He saw young men die daily. They didnt know how, and he had to kill them for that. He killed mothers sons. He killed sisters brothers. He killed wives husbands. He killed little kids fathers. He killed one mans friends. He killed. He killed a lot. So many men he led into battle, yelling at them about how their country would write songs about them. How their family would see them as heros.... He sent so many songs home in a box. And he killed. Standing in his finest armor, the Queen placed the ribbon around his neck. The crowd cheered, their elation was so loud. With labored enthusiasm he waved back towards the roar. He accepted the honor. He swallowed the pain. He ignored the guilt. He soldiered.