Blazing Guns

Smoke fumes Marching All these tears May never see my family again Scared but proud to serve my country I’m still human I still feel The trauma that I’m enduring is so real  The pain of losing my friends in battle is so So real it's unreal What's the point of doing all this hating we We could create peace and love, not violence    March hold on Is this the only life worth living? Am I standing up for what I believe? There's a war outside our doors  Isn't that a conversational bomb