I saw a crow amongst the dead,
Brazen in his mood, upon their heads.
Picking at the ground feeding upon the worms.
Worms that have fed on the brave.
But in those graves are bold men
Men that served humanity true
And in their sacrifice our freedom they created.
A tear I shed for those warriors slain
But come tomorrow when I'm gone away, I'm sure that crow will eat again.
Man returns to nature,
but actions are remembered, and bravery lives on.
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