Michael Hammer


Heroes


The road of war is paved with heroes blood; rains of sadness and tears turn the dirt to mud.
From the heavens on high a hero rises, who falls with each of his sacrifices.
The flag he carried then torn and tattered was once brilliant and noble, not battered.
The silence long and surreptitious, no ending veiled by brilliance.
'A hero need not speak for when he is gone, the world will speak for him.'
And risen from the ashes comes a follower, a person of strength, will, and courage.
Heroes are born from the ashes of the fallen.

Submitted: Friday, January 04, 2008

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  • Bob Eichen (1/4/2008 11:20:00 AM)

    Chesterton said, Heroes don't go to war because they hate the people in front of them. They go to war because they love the people behind them. I'm sure all the fallen heroes would thank you, as I do, for this fine poem. Bob (Report) Reply

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