A bugle sounding taps at close of day
sends echoes over time and noise of guns.
I hear the cries of mothers when they say
the wars must cease. We cannot lose more sons.
The soldier stops while trudging through the sands
to recognize a moment to respect
the flag he vowed to honor, for he stands
for you and me whom he swore to protect.
One hope remains: if we repent and pray
our God will hear and he may heal our land.
We’ll bare our souls; we’ll call on him today
and pledge ourselves to truth. Strike up the band!
Salute our flag, and may she ever wave
to symbolize a people free and brave.
Would that all remember the horrors of war
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Yes, I got some heat for the two "war" poems. Accused me of not supporting the military, etc. Well, we live right by Fort Hood, and pretty much every day there's a report of a Fort Hood soldier dying overseas. It breaks my heart!!! Thank you for reading and commenting.
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