woe

Gone are the others
ones that I knew
mothers and fathers
mourning their fall
bullets and bone
related they are
one without the other
makes no sense at all
sword and tank
torpedo and spear
blood and guts
pain and fear
A wrong made right
A treason made fair
love turned to hate
for reasons unclear
Now its my turn
to shoulder the burden
farewell!farewell!
I'll return!I'm certain!
For men will not learn
forever and on
what all hearts knew
today and all along.