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The Wall III
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Military/Patriotic Hands on the wall
Tears in their eyes,
Mourning those who gave their all,
Honoring the brave men who died.
Our nations youth called to war,
To fight for another’s freedom
On that foreign shore,
But somewhere our leaders forgot them.
They lost the focus here at home,
Of why they were fighting over there,
Restricting where they could roam,
Because we had to fight and fight fair.
The enemy didn’t fight fair,
And the war was lost,
Now there are still missing there,
Our youth paid the cost.
I rest my hand on the wall
With a tear in my eye,
Mourning those that had to fall,
Honoring those that had to die.
Hi Huck -- a correction to my post please read line as lines."
"I rest my hand on the wall
With a tear in my eye,
Mourning those that had to fall,
Honoring those that had to die."
Can undersatand the feelings through these intense line.
very good poem huck. you are still one of the best poets here
Well my dear friend, I get to be the first to comment on this if I type fast. A very great write with so many sad truth's. I wish that I could touch the wall. So many lives lost to show just names within black marble but yet at least it is some sort of rememberance and a place where families can go to feel the heart of their loved one when they touch their name upon it's surface. A powerfully written and deeply touching write. My Love, Lesa