Years After the War

Host of ghost, host this valley A kill of dreams,creams this alley Ghost of yester noise keeps a silence The stamped running feet, then with noise As the racking, killing bullet makes a score Bravery shattered in the valley of war Call names,that holds no face Call glory that bestow no trace Listen, close your eyes, hold a frame see men dead, not for fame Now, we walk this valley in peace Like no war ever cried here We shake hands and cream laughter at ease As each ghost wonder on here Why they fought, seem too silly In our thought we don't care really