From dusk to dawn, another hundred are gone,

filling the spiteful generals with a somber hush.

For pitched are they with a burning fever of wars evil lust.

Flag draped boxes now start to arrive, all in rows of three,

with planeload after planeload, as far as the eye can see.

Memories soon flood my mind of another grievous time.

A time when, way back then, other young boys {my friends)

All came home lined up in rows of three, with flags covering each box.

I often wonder the what if’s of if they had lived,

what would they, or could they to society give?

Would Daniel, {my best friend} be the engineer that he had always wanted to be?

Or would Harrison gone on to be the preacher of the word…that set men free?

And what if they had been me, and I was still forever eternally eighteen?

Yet now is another day, and today another time,

But still the echoes of past politicians fill my mind.

For their very words fall from the lips of those that lead today,

It’s the same old song, but sung and played in a different way.

So now I stand here in sorrows dim path,

For I have no answers to the questions, I ask.

So for now I will just let it be,

But if one must know…. its is peace that I truly seek.

 
J. Allen Wilson © 2004