I will bow my head
Out of respect,
When I see the dead
For their life and conflict.
When I am in silence
And I give a nod,
I am not ignoring you
I am just talking to God.
I'll never bend my head
I will always hold it high,
When I look at the world
It will be straight in the eye.
Randy L. McClave
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