Time Forever Holds A Space For The Fallen. Poem by konny parastatidis

A flag of armour rises to fate
Infant minds are recruited from time.

Chained with caskets filled with sorrow.
They scramble through together.
For soon Apart they will stand.

Festive ground is where they band arm to arm
They take an oath no mercy only pain
For we will never surrender.

Weaves and ties they lead dismay.
Flocks Of squawking. Riot away.
Words to speak and their Bullets to act
Nothings fair in war they react

Pounds of injured form pilers of pain
Pointing aim sheets no blame.
Lights of shade came for they will ascend
Flying high they bow to guide.

Together they stand Armed to
fight but built to preserve
Sewn with a conscious they stay united

For Today they have conquered
Yet tomorrows journey is foreseeable
With courage and faith they will stand
To free and to fight.
For life is our right.

Time forever holds a space for the fallen.