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| Patriotism, still running high, The doves, Against the war, That's Their right, Are still organized. Our love ones, Are beginning to slowly Trickle back home, in mournful sorrow. Returning, In flagged draped, Metal caskets, Now and tomorrow. With full Military Honors, They are presented, Back to us, So we may pay, our final respects. With painful tears, Lingering in our eyes, I weep but I don't have, a shoulders to cry on. Mine were the comfort, To others, In my younger, worrier days, Now my tears, just run down my face. I show no shame, for tears I shed, If they are not, released, My heart will break, But I don't have, a shoulder to cry on. © William Bonilla - Ex- U S Marine 3/24/03 |
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