March and swing

Gone are the days of your forgotten wars.

Gone are the days of the soldier. Making their way on long forgotten terrain. Into their home.

And familia. You call upon them when you need them. You use as your tool of destruction for freedom. I have pride, but I don't want to see them in harms way. Or hazed inappropriately for somebody else's ill 

gotten gains and sanctum. Mother's and children are dying in streets. Fathers and sons march in blood as they weep. When will it be enough for you. When will you see this can not be the way towards freedom. Lift your selves from the monotony of the nation of fools. Do something for yourself dear soldier and don't kill yourself for me. Turn towards your family a mi.