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
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