No Greater Love Hath These
Glistening bayonets, buried deep in the sand,
while atop the helmet crowns their lives;
They died alone on this foreign dirt,
while back home a mother cries.
Bloody Dog Tags and a folded flag,
awarded to parents torn in two;
Tears crash down on the coffin door,
as a father cries, "I'm so very proud of you".
For God and country and liberty,
so their children can live in peace;
For brothers in arms fighting along side them,
no greater love hath these.
So cherish your children while you can,
and pray for them on your knees;
For they too may travel off one day,
To die for you and me...
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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