War Song Poem by James Casey

War Song

Once more into battle, once more into fray
Muzzles flashing, much killing will be done this day

Pounding the earth, keep beating it down
When armies clash, it's a deafening sound

Blood, blood everywhere lives that are barely clung
And soon to be waiting for psalms to be sung

Honoring those who have fallen, with a letter
Purple hearts will make it much, much better

The ground soaked with blood, purity seeps
While really brave men, stand weakened and weep

Not greedy for more in death's dark grasp
Good and evil, lie together and are still at last

And the song of war marches on


Jim 1965