We are

We are the warrior and the widow makers.

The sinners and the saints.

We are the cries at night for help and the response crashing through the darkness.

We are the listless, lacking, lethargic, and lame wanderers.

We are the loyal, luster, limelight, and lore wonderers.

We are the warriors and the widow makers.

The sinners and the saints.

Yet we are also the victimized, and the widowers.

Left with nothing except our sins and prayers.

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

A good poem that I enjoyed reading. What you are trying to convey is expressed within the structure of the poem. It's easy to read, and easy to understand what the subject is about within the poem. I have to say that you did good job with this. I don't see any room for improvement here.