The March Poem by Summer Sandercox

From the windows, walking by
Cities fall, and children die.
Through the windows, through the eyes
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.
Past the broken welcome sign
Soldiers march the streets to die.
Locked inside a final fight
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.
Broken hope, believing lies
In the land where senses die.
Praying, walking through the night
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.
Raining fire from the sky
Time is marching, passing by.
The empty, soulless children's eyes
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.
Hope rises, hope declines
None the power of divine.
Beneath the empty, blackened sky
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.
In my heart, they will be mine
Soldiers marching, line by line.
As cities fall and children die
Soldiers march, and soldiers cry.