Too late the hero who died today
No memory would give birth to his feat
The war was over and now no one cared
No crowds coming to his casket to greet
A caisson would not carry his body
Gun salutes doomed to silence by his dying
Few words would announce his swift burial
Still fewer would be the eyes left crying
He’d been the last of several hundred
Young men and women lost to a foolish cause
Only the first received recognition for their passing
Lives given for us our own we did once pause
Unfortunately the media tired as did our own interest
Names of heroes no longer read with grief
No worse fate than spilling blood much later
Heroic passing paid no more attention than a falling leaf
