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It Hurts

It Hurts
April in light rain you leave
Bright epaulette on your sleeve
Hearts pounding a final goodbye
Can’t let go what do we say we cry
Gone from sight gone to your station
With you goes the hope of a nation

No news of you good or bad
It’s been a year all so sad
What’s happening just war and attrition
Men fight and die for wealth and position
Always some dictator seeking prominence
Ultimately nothing else but world dominance

That fateful day the pain the shock
Forever etched in our minds this epoch
Bitter sweet the agony, the war is won
But he won’t come home his duty is done
He died in action or so they say
Alive in April we mourn in May

We know there are others who with grief must run
But our world has ended he was our only son.
A posthumous award for bravery they said
Meant little to us please understand he was dead
And so as we pray for you remember our loss
We need help too we’re counting the cost




Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/15/2017 5:01:00 PM
So much sadness. Beautifully written.
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Anthony vanNelson
Date: 3/16/2017 1:10:00 AM
Thank you Luayne much appreciated