Fallen'

Rounds are fired, The young soldier falls, Young no more, Forward into a rice paddy, The silence is eerie Ten thousand miles away, His mother senses, A long, long wait for her, Her tears will make an ocean, His girlfriend cries, From unknown emotion, Twenty years from now, Will anyone remember him? Why he was there, Where is he now? Elsewhere a weathered grave marker, Strips the dead of their identity, Doesn't seem to matter, No one will come to see Billions die such pointless deaths In hopes they've made a difference And done a duty, So ill defined, To drift into the past, Away from time... Away from reasons, They will never understand, Nor many of us, In this great land.