Memories Quailing

(the following piece I wrote, the anniversary of lost friends, their sons, and daughters lost for the lies of war.) Father wondering, sons permanent sleep. Oh, the forsaken, the harassing song. When one has passed on. True deep depression, washing eyes, failing innocence, words never spoken, the lacking grasp, empty self, world flaw. Ah, the brother or sister, absent, never to repeat, the waking, the piece of mind, thought gone wrong, Slaying, the haying, used, then tossed away, like the stone in the way. Interests given, none to personal effect, only those for the defined. Serve not question, this I decline. Mother’s child, reborn. Memories quailing, spent the life, once bore, for whom, the what, will it not end? No, not extend, the wrong given, lies addressed, then sold for world malcontent. Child, Child giving. Curse chosen, lives frozen, shock.