A Soldier's Cry

A draft is what this is?
Summoning you to paradise
Smoke rises from the pallid earth
Showing the lucrative lives gone dry
They scatter and take out a handful of life lessons
To spray the slugs to the ground
Needed, the encouragement to go on and come home
The strength to leave a crimson field
To survive other poisoned mentalities

Home is where you want to be
Your personal asylum
Where the little lines run free
Echoing you’re given
Ecstatic that you’ve returned
With gifts of what they’ve dreamed
Without you even knowing
You’re the gift it seemed

A calling comes towards sanctuary
Leading to heaven
Leaving loves at last
Lost in the wounded meadow
Trapped without a cause
With the terror of the thought
Souls whisper to you
As the instrument rattles
Playing a mollifying song

Depart with us
Join the breathless
This land doesn’t need you
But we, the spirits, do
See this disaster from another view
Don’t participate in the laughter
Leave this suicidal garden of absent hope
Come where the vision of your angels are clear

This is a soldier’s cry
For leaving a flower with a crippled stem
And leaving little golden pellets with early reality
Now this vacant spot at home is taken
By not another lover, but another son
Unknown to the fallen