Faces On Parade Poem by Gerry Legister

Faces in the crowd raise higher are on parade
A nation of young men and women are the players
They have a time to dance with flags and serenade
Marching along the street with different colors.

The games infants play have solutions in many parts
During a lifetime, the mind will find different stages,
Sometimes the schoolboy with friends and sweethearts.
Each taste of ambition brings them out of the dark ages.

Into the dreams shinning more like the sun and its maker
Hearts, hopes, heels and heads full of knowledge inside
The military knights arrive fighting nerves and war
Sending columns of discipline dress to parade with pride.

Into conflict of the hour they're sent in prompt array,
Twist with efficiency faces on parade march and salute,
Drilled with prime load; orders are hidden from display
With Arms in hand every command they will execute.

In jealous honor the national desire drill of pageantry
Line the movement of feet in quick marching formation
Cannon steps slap the ground with a justice of the Army
Severe eyes pierce the air and retire in command position.

A soldier moral leaves the mind harden as a furnace
By acts of might they fight and rescue for love and country,
With pride aside, they are given the hardest position to face
Faces on parade don't display the secret place of our security.