They are all gone -
Called off to unjust war
Now nothing is the same
Not at all like before

Some have returned alive -
Though different at the core
Some never came back
Still Prisoners of War

Others now lay under
Slabs of marble stone
Reduced to tearful memory
No more flesh and bone

For these apples of our eyes
We are broken-hearted
We grieve silently in shame
For our innocent departed

1969 poetheart

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