Soldier's Anthem

I pledge allegiance to the past from which I've came,

and to the republic of this one man,

as alone I stand under God for all to blame.

One life forever stained,

with liberty and justice for but only a few,

as in this game, equality is feigned,

and only those with the riches and fame are left unscathed.

But I gotta be brave,

man, it's hard to prevail while in the shadows of pain. It's hard when the gutters of life are paved with this much rain. I regret so much, this war over my sanity reigns, and the only weapons I own are in this voice I claim,

my intellect and this jargon of metaphoric phrase.

As I record another page of mistakes from this cage of apathy,

my past continues to rage and blast past me,

these images that seem so hard to erase.

So often painfully embraced by that memory of her that I continue to chase,

soul mates separated by fate as so often is the case,

my ride or die chick until the skies turned grey,

by my side on high 'til I was sentenced to my last breath in this place.

This life is tough with all that we sometimes face,

and it's rough when we witness our hope extinguished with all that's at stake.

So much hate been birthed and my demise demanded,

now look into these eyes and see that the hues of pain are blue,

these spoken words I utter a pittance,

a soldier's anthem,

the story written and told across my body tattooed...