Dust Till Dawn

In The Dust We Trust

From dust till dawn

We serve like a chess board pawn

Waiting, sitting, guns at the ready

Sweat dripping, blood streaming, remaining steady

Wind and dirt swirl round and round

Straining the ear to hear the tiniest of sound

What is the meaning of this

Searching for this that bring mental bliss

Figures appear in the distance 

Automatically my eyes scan for an enemy presence 

A faint click spreads across the front

Men trigger the rounds prepared to send them on the hunt

Flashes of yellow light cut through the air

piercing the flesh, taking the first life with flare

The faint figures that once stood

Now lay still, stained, like wood

You stare into their gazing dead eyes 

You can not stop that part of you that dies

We fight and move on

From dust till dawn