True Heros

by Jason Skyburg

I think that this poem may strike as false at first, for some people. but if you truely think about the issue, you will see.

True Heroes

As I alone stand on this field of death

And see my companions laying on this hard ground

That as been packed down by many a battle

My sword still clinched by my hand

Battered and scared I alone still stand

As the fog lays its chilling hand upon this field of death

Covering the dead with its mysterious sheet of gray

I alone stand my knuckles white with anger

Why must I live and thousands of good warriors die

Some may say it was destiny some may speak of valor

Some may say I am a hero for winning this war

But I am but a coward the true heroes lay cold and still

For the true heroes are the ones that gave their life's

That others may live and prosper

For I am but a coward who escaped death

They are the ones we should be calling heroes

Now I stand alone in a field of true heroes