The Spirit Of The Ally
In the middle of an open field with no fort or cover,
She lies flat looking at the stars slowly melt like butter.
The roars coming from enemy camps instilling fear as they always had,
Not being able to tell friend from foe, that, too, felt terribly bad.
And so she lie there listening to the silent night,
She had no choice but to wait for the enemy who would soon strike.
Half the world wanted her to submit or die, either way.
They listened to no one, the truth they led astray.
If it was just one, maybe herself going into battle.
But no, there were many innocents who would continue to die like cattle.
She assumed she was lost.
The integrity of mankind tossed.
All because of one group who wanted to be the boss.
Despite being afraid, she had to be brave.
Her ancestors shouted from the pits of their massive graves.
“Not this time.
Not going back in chains.
We will die a thousand times before we let them claim your fame.”
The enemy drew closer. Eyes glaring. Teeth gnashing.
Then she heard the chanting of the American spirit, bold and everlasting.
She was not lost. Never had she been alone.
She was backed by a diverse people who all called this place Home.