The Fallen  Warriors
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

They walk these streets
in search of victories.
From ever war known
throughout history.

These war torn warriors
bred to defend.
Awaiting for Valhalla
or some other portend.

Now dancing with angels
some comrades in arms .
Some enemies of states
just tending their farms.

Their called to attention
when old glories waved.
Some drafted away
while others enslaved.

From sea to shining sea
over rivers and streams.
Through castles and moats
middle Eastern regimes.

They all fought with honor
and medals on their chests.
Like a violent storm brewing
into the wilds of tempests.

Hail to the Kings, and Queens
that rule their ivied keeps.
Where lightening ire strikes 
dark clouds now slowly creeps.

Dictator rule the East and
Presidents elected to rule.
From Washington DC to
the gates of Istanbul.

They are a rare breed
these soldiers of wars.
They stand between foes
landing on our shores.

I salute one and all men
and women who had rose.
I honor even more the ones
songs are now composed.