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657. Taps For The Fallen

Where shall I die decried the young hero
No audience to hear his dying pleas
Parades await not those who fall in combat
Comfort impossible for those on fallen knees
A well folded flag given in reverie
Replaces not the beating of a living heart
Taps lasts but for a brief moment
Death is forever for a life never to start
War cares not about the value of living
Salvation not possible despite a prayer
Mankind’s savagery subsists on his cruelty
Blessings fall on deaf ears for those not there
Death takes no prisoners when it strikes
A fatal attack must quicker than a snake
A life cut short by man’s humanity
Decisions for the future the dead cannot make


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