Our Saviours

As old memories grow,
An army of soldiers flow.
Trenches filled with souls,
As they dig new holes.
Horses are awoken,
As families are broken.
Football on Christmas morn,
Till later at dawn.
Hungry and Cold,
They have to be bold.
Strong and might,
We have to win the fight.
Death machine,
Like you’ve never seen.
Armed with fear,
Soldiers steer.
The battle will end,
But well never mend.