Ash and smoke

Along with blood soaked hope,

They lay with the supposed 'weak'

Who's outlooks never turned out so bleak,

Whose voices never meek would speak out.

Now they rest after their final bout,

Defending their home, not a drone but a man of flesh and bone.

One who was of many now alone

He dreamt of home, dreaming as if this battlefield was never seen or known

He smelt pie, not caring that truly it was a lie,

His lovers arms were warm and there no bullets were a swarm

The kids ran and yelled, the dream and memories melled making him escape this hell

There he fell, no tolling bell just a sweet emotional swell