Our Sons Sons
My sons son, will have no clue
About the actions, of me and you
Actions and words, that changed a world
Yet my sons son, won't read a word.
My sons son, won't here a tale
Of some men, who couldn't fail
We had to act, and see it through
Two of those men, were me and you.
Your sons son, will never know
Why we went, but we had to go
To some fields, with all our friends
Making sure this world won't end.
Your sons son, won't read a book
About all those men, who survived on luck
When over head a deathly dread
Dropped upon us, fire and lead.
Our sons sons, won't hear our names
Although we return, victory claimed
Because both our sons, will Rest In Peace
Because when the next war comes
They'll sign up with speed.
Copyright © Francis Jacobs | Year Posted 2019
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