The Ghosts of War

Guest post by Reluctant Warrior

The Ghosts of War

What of this wonderland of withering dreams
Where freedom once ruled the day?
For our nation’s fate has now come due
As the ghouls of tyranny hoist
The tattered red white and blue,
While today the ghosts of war
Torment this broken hearted land

Where mankind courts oblivion
Making bloody castles in the sand,
For the morrow never certain
As we tempt the dark angels of doom
Who may lower the final curtain
On this carbon phantasm of gloom

And with the blood of mortal strife
We now paint our destiny to be
While conducting quixotic adventures
Fighting windmills across the sea,
What demons must torment us
Demanding that others pay tribute
Before the muzzle of blunderbuss

For when the ghosts of war come to play
The blood will run all the livelong day,
Remember the glory of Greece
Challenged on the plains of Marathon?
For did not the Persians
Finally seize the sun-washed Parthenon,
Did not Rome seek to rule the world
With her banners of glory unfurled?

And who met her dismal fate
When Barbarians stormed her impenetrable gates,
And who captured Europe’s heart?
None other than the mighty Bonaparte
Who ended up in exile’s queue
After his crushing defeat at Waterloo,

And what of the call to arms
Along the lovely River Marne?
Where victory was not to be
For one great army chased to the sea,
What to make of mighty Britannia
Who once ruled the waves?
How many of her great vessels
Now rest in watery graves,

What of America, America
Home of the brave and free?
Where a virus of fear now rules
From sea to shining sea,

Empires will rise and fall
Betrayed by their legacies of hubris
Encased in amber eons
Patrons of the goddess Nemesis,
Who will exact her appointed revenge
On those rogue nations
Who refuse to their better angels tend

And now as the winds of war are rising
With broken heart I stand
Before the tragic wreckage
Of freedoms’ hopes and dreams,
I pray the good angels will do their best
And answer our midnight screams
laying us peacefully down to rest

Now that day is done,
Where behind the ridges blue
We kiss the setting sun,
Goodbye America, my America
Such bitter tears I cry for thee
And for freedoms ebbing tide
Fair land between the seas

Land of the pilgrims pride
Please never forget
I truly loved thee!

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