A Country’ Debt

Trudging down, his humility his crown
Patriotism was not a word, lightly thrown around.
For each man, must earn his place,
Among these brothers whose history you could trace.
To hallowed halls of elegance and grace,
Filled with valour, against every enemy they faced.

These pictures, lining these hallowed halls,
Each had a story, that could fill a wall.
Each had a family and souls they loved,
Yet to heed the greater good they bowed.
Served their mother will all their will,
And to protect her and her children, used all their skill.
Till their last breath they fought along.
Side by side, so that their country could live long.

Now, home they brought her warrior dead,
The one, who for country had bled.
Lying cold under death’s veil,
As his mother begged god to right the scale
To take her but nor her precious little bear.

Now home they brought her warrior dead.
His body heavy with lead.
Home they brought those unseeing eyes,
Which ones held promises and goodbyes.
She had to go on without those hands,
That loved her, even through all her demands.
Oh what would she tell the little souls
Who shared his smile and probably his goals.

Terrified she was as he grew,
Unknowing if he would stroll along the same avenue,
Praying, he would stroll along that path,
Defending a country, that had shown her only wrath,
For all those who end up on those hallowed walls,,
Only end up as a footnote in history’s scrolls.
She wished he wouldn’t wander down that path,
Because, if anything, she couldn’t bear the aftermath.
For once, home they brought her warrior dead,
And with him, she had paid this country’s debt.