Under the Helmets
He heard his brother cry out in pain
As he lie unable to move,
Surrounded in dust the bullets stirred again:
But he was bound by an unseen chain –
By something they vowed to prove.
They all stood in the loudest silence
That they would ever hear,
Until the sound of 21 guns
Echoed through the air.
But what do they receive?
An occasional "thank you"?
A discount that doesn't even matter?
Injuries go uncured, unheard;
Desperate prayers go unanswered.
Who will show them their fears are not absurd?
Never to be heard,
Never will they fade
When going without necessary aid.
All that is needed
Is a little money put aside
For those that save us
From the fear that we disguise.
As courageous as they may be,
They still know hurt,
Still see the betrayal.
For what ever reason we refrain
From preventing our heroes from being lain.
Without them, how shall this country remain?