Death At My Door
Day is over as danger hastens,
Young Marines at their battle stations.
Instruments of war outline the sky,
means of death are standing by.

Can it be on this high hill
Forces will clash only to kill?
Silence fills the near moonless night,
Restless thoughts of a bloody flight.

Endless memories for those awake,
Meaningful discussion experience would make.
Though silent world in which we live,
Permits only God's comfort to give.

Somewhere through the darkness creeping,
A date with death is in the keeping.
Alone I sit and question why,
Life itself, to be born to merely die?