| The Fallen |  |
| Flag bearer unfurl your flag-
Bugler blow taps mournfully on your horn-
For another son of God and country-
Will grace the land where he was born.
To live beneath its precious soil-
For all eternity-
So that the ones who live above-
Perhaps will all be free.
But tell me why he had to die-
One who was so very young-
Are we not all God's creation-
Put here since time begun.
To live in peace and help each other-
To share the wonders he provides-
The very air we breathe-
The endless beauty of the sky.
The vast and wide wide oceans-
That spans from shore to shore-
It seems that all we have in common-
We seem to consciously ignore.
For if we learn to live in peace-
All flags will in freedom fly-
The bugler will blow a happy tune-
No young men will in battle die.
Mothers and fathers will have no need-
To mourn for their lost son-
The soil beneath the soil above-
Will shelter long lives peacefully done. | By Claude Dhuet
Copyright 2006
Listed 11/27/2006 |
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