Too Many Too Young Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Willows weep for the lost
Lives washed away by the raging torrents
Blasted by devices aimed at making bloody rivers
Slaking the soils thirst
Ripping away family hands that held them dear
Bringing dark tumultuous tears
Rivers of grief opened by blood
Flowing beneath the willows at six feet of emptiness
Staining faces
Those boxes buried with sad ceremony
Too many
Too young
No more will they sit beneath the willows in embrace
Gone forever
Swept away in the torrent blood
While they stand and grieve
Bugles call one last time to rest
Calling to unhearing ears
Shots ring out with a stunning ear blow
Tap dancing through the stilled brain
Flags dip their salute
To the sightless eyes
As the flag folds in family remembrance
A memory for years of flowing tears
Still the torrents of blood will flow
So many times repeated
Too many
Too young