The Towers that Stood

This is one of my first attempts at a Shakespearian-styled sonnet. Don't forget to leave a comment!

The Towers that Stood

 Written by Steven Haslek 

Many long nights to civil-peace we fought,

Far from home in a desert sand slumber,

Towers of glory, hath crumbled to naught,

War to redress an infamous number.

Thousands now no longer present today,

Our interest wanes, their fam'lies doth cry,

Support the brave fighters, cut-down each day,

On eagle's wings they to the clouds up high.

At odds issuing to the Pres'dent ere,

Obama, be fain and withdraw thy bail,

For they hath naught could find sins of man there.

The price we must judge, or we may yet fail.

For freedom we stand, and justice we need;

Terror we fight, 'till our very last deed.