Will there be flowers to greet them?
What shall we do with this peace?
The one we so devoutly pray for,
young men and women die for,
their grieving families cry for?
Guns will fall silent, but alas,
the killing will not cease.
We'll find new ways to hurt,
corrupt, or slowly strangle, and
hiding behind our media headlines,
we'll kill, by innuendo and half-truth,
the neighbors God taught us to love.
And all in freedom's precious name.
May He forgive America...
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