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Shed Some Tears
Keep the soldiers in your hearts,
And shed a tear for each who died;
But don’t forget to shed a few
For those poor souls who have survived.
Sisters, sons, husbands, and daughters
Will live now only in our dreams—
Taken from us by Hate and Greed
Disguised as Patriotic schemes.
Cold Emptiness will fill our days,
Tormented spectres haunt our nights.
We’ll strive in vain to not forget
Beloved voices and past delights.
Brothers, mothers, fathers, and wives,
Living as Strangers in strange Lands,
Must daily walk the Reaper’s path,
Guided by His morbid demands.
Each morning, they know, might be the one
When Death might pay them closer mind.
Maybe they’ll watch their comrades die.
Perhaps the Foe they’ll pay in kind.
So keep the soldiers in your hearts,
But think of the Enemy as well,
For they are loved and feel the pain,
And murder is a key to Hell.
