A Question To Live By
Bullets have invaded my fragile frame,
ravaging a path through my flesh and bone.
Blood now covers the tag that bares my name.
The stench of death tells me I am not alone.
My mind begins to cloud as death draws near.
I see a faceless soldier of wars past.
Why does this old veteran now appear?
Why does he carry our flag at half mast?
No! No! This cannot be...I am too young to die.
Why my Lord must you take my soul today?
My son, there is no valid reason why.
Answer this question and I will go away:
Why, with all his mental power and skill
does man build weapons that destroy and kill?
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