Repeat Time

The sun was falling , as I walked among the brave, so many markers in rows marking their graves. I knew without a doubt, this was hallowed ground, the wind was still, nothing making a sound. Flags adorned each and every one, a tribute of honor for all the brave daughters, and sons. How many more, will be added each year, I hung my head, and shed a tear. These are our soldiers, that lie so still, some of our finest, another war killed. An end we must find, to this madness of man, why in the world can't they understand. Sadness, and heartache. they leave behind, families still grieving as we repeat time.