04-12-18A Poem by K
A single man, barely older than a teen,
Lay on the battlefield, drawing his last breath. He was someone's son, brother, spouse, father, friend. He had sworn to serve and protect, Those he knew and those he didn't Past, present, future. Men and women, boys and girls, So that they could continue being free. © 2019 K |
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Added on November 17, 2019 Last Updated on November 17, 2019 |