War Flowers
FOG FILS THE NIGHT LIKE AN ARMY ROLLING IN
TAKING OVER THE GROUND AS IF WIPING AWAY OUR SIN
WE WEEP FOR THE DEAD THAT WON'T COME BACK FROM THE WAR
BUT FOR THE ONES WHO MADE IT BACK WE WEEP MORE
THE EMPTY SOULS THAT SMILE AT US IN UNIFORM
TELL US THAT THEY'RE DEAD INSIDE YET UNINFORMED
LATE AT NIGHT THEY VISIT THE GRAVESITES OF THEIR FRIEND
DURING LONG RAINY EVENINGS OF TRYING TO MAKE AMENDS
WHAT HAVE WE TURNED OUT WITH OUR YOUNG MEN
BUT BODIES FILLED WITH THE BLOOD AND HATE WITH WICH WE FILL THEM
Copyright © Andrea Smith | Year Posted 2005
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