For Our Soldiers Poem by cheyanne heins

for all the free people that still protest.
They protect you and you are protected by the best.
your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
no one standing in your crowd.
they are your fathers, brothers, and sons
wearing the boots and carrying the guns.
they are the ones that leave all they own
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
they are the ones who fight and die
they might not be able to save the world, well atleast they try
they walked the paths to where they are at
and they want no choice other than that
so when you rally your group to complain
take a look in the back of your brain
in order for that flag you love to fly
wars must be fought and young men and women must die
they went there to fight for the ones they hold dear
if thats not respected they would rather stay here
so please stop yelling and put down your signs down
and pray for those behind enemy lines
when the conflict is over and all is well
be thankful that they chose to go through hell