Verse to the Soldier

Verse to the Soldier
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Get up now;  Chorus for Odysseus;
A brave journey he has taken;
But not a Noman; rather an everyman.

Dying and living; he knows not which.
Stalks of wheat; harvested to the ground,
The chaff, collected by carrion birds,

Yet in reply, to choose forward; to march
In angry riposte to sinew and bone;
Stone in the face of a reaper unknown.

Yet resignation; for this is what he lives;
A peacemaker in the guide of Mars;
To stumble and strive; chaos in the fore

In form, standing against the dark;
taking strength when brothers surround;
With borrowed fortitude, he goes

Get up now;  Chorus for these fellows;
Who take point in shadows stretching;
So we, in the light, celebrate the everyman.




-Steven Lee