dreaming of repose
with loved ones waving
a body of soldiers leave
for foreign countries
where people have died
within homes carved by gunshot
they bled saying prayers
while kneeling on stone
supplications were stifled
with bombs and with fire
sadness and fear spread
with sacrifices of life
they clung to papers
brown with age and wear
the writing was hard to read
through the smoke and dust
his fingernails pressed
their lifeline in a pocket
darkened by red blood
their world was falling
unable to protect them
they dreamed of repose
Oh, so sad!
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