The Click of the Gun

It`s the click of the gun
the clank of the chain.
The cries of battle
and soldiers, insane.
A war for the ages.
A burned page in time.

The finger on the trigger
Bullets for the rest.
Blood stained soil.
Final dying tears.
Deaths absolved upon the return
of blood soaked memories.

cloaked by misconceptions.
all thoughts draw to an end.
Yellow petals spread across the tomb
above the crimson memories.

shots fired
one. two. three.
boom, twenty-one.
guns flank their sides.
they say he served his country
when all his country served him was death.