A study in spelling out the list
Old man listens with such pain and sorrow
To names of those who have died or are missed
In wars lost and won against mighty foe.
In glorious battle honour is won
By valiant men who lay down their lives;
To die with pride, when all is said and done,
Is a fate that seems to be so contrived.
That timeless and most fearsome enemy,
Conflict, ever fatal and unresolved.
Men fight for false notions of liberty;
Vain hopes that, of their sins, they’ll be absolved.
Death is never graceful or dignified,
But with grace we remember those who’ve died.
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