Wounds Of War Poem by Ima Ryma

Wounds Of War

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We send the children off to war,
Assuring them it's for the good.
There's so much bad, we must send more,
The never ending soldierhood.
We bring the dead back coffin draped
In Ol' Glory, for which they died.
In death, these soldiers have escaped
The war still raging from inside,
Of soldiers coming back, not dead,
But living with the hell torn soul.
We say it's only in your head,
A little rest and you'll be whole.

Reminders of war, we like not.
Wounded children be best forgot.

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