Erin Wishart, Campbell High School
A parade is marching down a battle worn street.
The soldiers’ uniforms are worn and ragged,
while officers wear their crisp new uniforms.
The soldiers’ faces are wrought with anguish,
as they remember dead mates,
while a smile coats the officers face.
A distance sound echoes through,
the deserted town.
The sound of guns and dead men cries,
carry through the streets.
The place that haunts the soldiers’ dreams,
loom up as they exit the town.
They headed back to the war that sees no end,
the war that some will not return from.
This won’t end at Christmas as they promised before.