Through many battles we have gone and fought,
With brothers and sisters we go to die.
We fight for some peace, but peace we have not.
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Have all these memories led us to naught?
We remember this in bed, where we lie,
Through many battles we have gone and fought.
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Trudging hard, trying to escape our thought
For those who’ve died, we continue to cry.
We fight for some peace, but peace we have not.
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Broken inside, have we done what we ought?
Freedom for others, but judgment is nigh,
Through many battles we have gone and fought.
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Running and hiding, do this we cannot.
We had a duty we could not deny.
We fight for some peace, but peace we have not.
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Still tremors and visions press their onslaught,
Even when we’re home, we can’t break the tie.
Through many battles we have gone and fought.
We fight for some peace, but peace we have not.
Z.S. Diamanti is an author of short and long form fiction. His stories have most recently been published in Gathering Storm Magazine, Fiction on the Web, and Literally Stories. He went to school for far too long and has far too many pieces of paper on his wall. He is a military veteran of OEF and pastor. He and his wife reside in Colorado with their four children where they enjoy hikes, camping, and tabletop games. You can reach him at @zsdiamanti.