Fistfight With The Devil

nineteen sixty nine was not a time for the faint hearted I still grieve the bitter loss of soldier souls departed a few who never went to war have passed along the way like another poet said nothing gold can stay they say there is a brilliant light shining at the end waiting there are all the souls of all our kith and kin now I don't know if that is so I wish that I could believe but what I saw down here below was purposed to deceive at any rate I'm tired of war and hate and bigotry it seems since nineteen sixty nine that's been our history I'm not afraid to leave this earth I'll take my lucky charm and tuck it underneath my shroud to guard me from all harm