Broken Wings of War
The youth fight for the old
They have not seen fear
Eighteen still young
Going off to war
Returning a man
Their thoughts and dreams disappear
Memories of death
Is all they have left
For the rest of their lives
These memories never subside
Medals won
Placed in a box gathering dust
Old they become
Hero’s lost among the young
All they have left
Are the broken wings of war
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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