There are the cowards, and there are the brave,
and there are the courageous, and there are the tenacious,
the tenacious who fight fiercely to achieve such great things,
and who fight and who stand up for what they believe in,
and who fight to exist in a crazy world,
a crazy world that seems intent,
intent on crushing human spirit every day,
and there are the cowards,
and there are the brave, the brave who go into battle,
in the war zones of the world,
and the brave who defend their nation at all costs,
the courageous, the tenacious,
those glorious fearsome few who will not give up,
those glorious fearsome few,
that put their lives on the line every day,
those whose lives hang in the balance regularly,
and those who go out to save lives,
and face such dangers,
with such great bravery against all odds,
the likes of which,
most people never rarely see in person,
except upon screens in fiction,
those people’s lives who are in danger,
whose lives are often brought to life in the cinema,
and on the TV and in books and in magazines,
where the dangers appear edited,
encourage people to salivate seemingly more so,
more so than to educate,
and the depictions of glorious stories,
are only designed to titillate,
and how often as children we play at war,
without the realities and the horrors of war being taught,
but maybe if we were taught the horror,
and the realities of war,
and the true and the gruesome realities,
from an early age there would be less war,
less war in the world today.
