The tongues of the young men
hushed, every person standing
straight, tall in uniform.
The voice of an officer
proclaims the news,
A new encounter
Detached words
The smell of the dead,
Battle has begun.
The hand-signed letter of the man in blue
faint reminders to his sweetheart, how I love you
the marital feelings have short been forgot
when he stood on the brink of this changing day.
the road to death seems the same as life
only, he is walking through the brambles
Blood and tears hot on his skin
the face of his baby girl next to the national flag
Haunts his mind,
the sparkle in his gaze as the trumpet plays
the music is a love song
No a funeral march
Walking, plodding, falling, dieing considering,
Struggle
is
Over
the grievance on the mothers face
the dog tags on the floor
so much for safe, the bridge has collapsed
highways have crumbled
another life for the country
a pride of the nation
a different star on the door
an existence that is no more.
