In ranks across the field are laid
the sons and daughters of our wars.
Their lives across the field displayed,
remember them, they ask no more.
Each a part of who we are,
with their loss … of who we were.
The stretch from life to death is far,
remember them, to them defer.
In ranks across the field they wait,
for us their spirit to uphold …
we must continue freedoms fight
to honor them … forevermore.
(The Random Poet:052917
www.therandompoet.com)
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