Pay the Way

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Warriors fight and die for a nation.

Never questioning the validity of their cause.

They act selflessly asking and receiving very little in return.

They die in the deserts, thousands of miles away from their homes.

Enduring unimaginable physical and mental wounds.

Limbs missing and soul shattered.

Yet never questioning the validity of their cause.

The nation and its leaders will never understand.

Their pay cut and for what, to balance scales.

No no its politics, the goal is to simply appear to solve problems.

The soldiers are cut, their sacrifices are diminished.

All they have given to a nation is forgotten.

If I Were Brave

If I were brave,
I would straddle the tallest cliff-side,
Waver from low to high pride,
And fall just for the view.

If I were brave,
I would light myself on fire,
Let the flames crawl higher and higher,
Until the heat felt like you.

And if I were a lion
Not a mouse, instead,
I would survive every evening
And not cower in my head.

If I kept my eyes open,
With no fumble or flinch,
I would see every moment
Of I life that I miss.

If I were brave…
If I were brave…
If I were brave…
But I’m not.

So I will cower!
And cringe!
And flee from every shadow!

I will cry out!
And miss
The life that others borrow.

Because I am not brave.
I hide from every cliff.
But what if I were brave?
What if, what if, what if.