Walk Among The Dead Poem by AHO Speaks

I walked among the headstones one by one
I could almost remember, every Mother's son.
Each headstone with a chiseled last name
All the other information, just about the same.
When they were born and when they had died
Now I remember the words, 'the angels cried'.
All neat and in a row with color of white
Mostly young boys taken out of the earthly light.

Who were the victors from the battles long ago
Would we do it again? I believe so
Those who lay beneath
Can they know and feel our sorrow and grief?

The names of battles fought through the ages
Flags at the ready and pictures in history's pages
The name civil as if it was to be polite
World war I, as if there would be others to fight.

WWII using roman numerals of an empire
Rome burned while Nero watched the fire.
Korea a country split in half
We sent our best, as in the golden calf.

Then Vietnam, a war that was not a war
Names on black granite of each Mother's child I saw.
War is an evil that we can stop
'Everyone must go without exception; starting at the top'.

Remember Omar Kadifi who lost a loved one
Ask him if his behavior was worth the loss of a son.
Who among us is so naive
Not to save our loved one's so that we do not grieve?

12-28-05 Aho Speaks