Heroes
(a memorial-salute to my friend: Bobby)
Too many names on a stone wall so
black
Young brave soldiers won’t ever
come back
Sacrificed lives vacate “ideals”
construction
Death chiseled in granite,
horror’s destruction
Those icicle fingers grope beyond
wasted life lost
Piercing mothers and lovers,
their children with strife
A mistake we allowed, this
venomous deed dastardly
We pray haunts dead souls of
politicos bastardly
Forgive us, our heroes, the
people we love
Help us with healing from His
Power above
Innocent young people on a long
wall of black
Souls of the children who can
never come back
Alas And, what of us now as we
struggle anew?
These issues enormous strike
terror right through
For logic answers we search but simply
can’t see
Profound problem is us, our own worst
enemy
Grant us a life without further pernicious
sorrows
Peaceful-quiet rest like those
fallen young warriors
Leave them alone, steal no longer
their youth
Don’t teach them to lie but
rather sight truth
Beyond the self-centered wanton
with greed
Mankind does hunger to satiate
good need
Where are we now as onward we
falter?
Far from Redemption, no spiritual
altar
Too many names on a stone wall so
black
Young brave soldiers won’t ever
come back
Amen!
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