Home of the brave: A Villanelle

This is the home of the brave Where nothing can get in our way. This land made for the damned and left for the grave When the sun rises and falls, people will consistently pray. Through all the misery, all misfortune will fade away. This is the home of the brave On the logical side, we all know that the Earth we call home is a place made for the damned and left for the grave Bombs bursting and fired shots. Bloody battles and forget me nots. Is this the home of the brave? Two thousand down, drenched in their blood. More will die in this land that is made for the damned and left for the grave Screams of pain they can not contain The tears the family can not retain This is the home of the brave Made for the damned and left for the grave.