Our Secret War Poem by Nathan Kraft

The Clouds Are Heavy and Are Red With Blood,
Caked To Our Face Is The Sacred Mud.
We Fight This War For We Have Not Won,
We Pull the Trigger and We Watch Them Run.

Our Loss is Many and Our Goal Is None,
We Go For Hours Until it's Done.
They Always Ask Us Why We Stay To Fight,
We Look Upon Them and We Close Our Eyes.

They Took Our Children and They Took Our Wives,
That is the Reason Why We Fight to Die.
Don't You Ask Me To Say Their Names,
For I Will Fall and Cry in Shame.

If You Know What War I Mean,
Do Not Read On Spare the Need.
This Mighty War That I Speak Of Now,
I Call it Love it Has Thrown Us Down.