A marine has died
But not in a foreign land
But in a little store
Shot down by a fellow man
It was a hold-up
That turned out wrong
Now his fellow soldiers
Will march to his song
He served two duties
In those foreign lands
Thinking of his homeland
Crawling through burning sands
He had just got home
And was in his uniform so white
He walked into the store
And was shot down on sight
The shooter got away clean
But the camera cought it all
From the start of the hold-up
Until the shooter shot them all
He was a known criminal
The police knew him well
But to the public ears
They just don't want to tell
He'll now go to prison
While the others go to the grave
Including our soldier boy
Who so proudly gave
His family will cry
Long after he's in the ground
His mom will forever weep
At times even in her sleep
So honor our soldiers
For life is too short
To live with regrets
To hear of these reports
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was robbed at gun point a week ago tonight. Two had guns it could have been me like that.....iip