By brian francis
There are flowers once again
in the hands of young men,
as they give them to their girls
before they leave and go to war.
There are tears of goodbye
in the corner of the eye,
as the soldiers march away
and once again, they go to war.
And for the names of those who fall
should we build another wall;
another place to stand and cry
remembering those lost to war?
Now in this time of great needs
our nation suffers and it bleeds.
Politicians lead us with lies
and once again we are at war.
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