Warren A. Gasink
Our Wasted Dead
Poem by Warren A. Gasink
Faceless, nameless, anonymous dead
Lie quiet where they fought and died.
They gave their minds and souls for us.
Then they gave their lives.
We sent to hell our warriors young
To fight and die in a war so wrong.
In searching anguished writhing deaths
They tragically lost their wasted lives.
Yet we have begun to see
In the blinding light of history
That the lives they gave for liberty
Were uselessly maddeningly wasted dead.
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