-And the sea shall give up her dead
Rev 20: 13
You rock gently on the sand,
Each wave caresses,
As if the sea regrets
Its callousness.
The soldier too is gentle
In his retrieval
Though no tears,
He has seen this before.
You are in the same clothes
Your mother dressed you,
Freedom clothes she said.
We will be free from war,
Said your father.
Your eyes closed,
You will dream of freedom
Forever now,
Lost to war,
Lost to the sea,
Lost to uncaring humanity.
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