Contemplating Red, White, and Blue

Forthwith over these ramparts be What life and liberty means to me The soldiers who gave their lives That went to strife by their wives So poignant be, what’s left instead. Then are we saved from what’s ahead? Tomorrow’s days we cannot replace, What yesterday’s left, without a trace. For all the soldiers who gave their lives That are only remembered by their wives Will it make a difference, in the end. Or is it all for naught, I can’t comprehend.