The Wall Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Hear the sounds...
Of lost souls crying.
Brave young men
not ready for dying.

The time has come
to honor our dead.
Pay our respects
bow our heads.

Quiet now
silence please.
Touch the wall
fall on your knees.

They live on forever
etched in stone.
To be remembered
never alone.

Listen...listen
if you will.
Hear the horror
associated with the kills.

Gunships flying
mortars exploding.
Shouts of war
a country imploding.

Close your eyes
picture the sight.
Soldiers bracing
for the final fight.

No glamour in war
it's ugly and mean.
We send our best
to lose their dreams.

Battles recorded
marked in time.
Medals galore
not worth a dime.

Images of suffering
come crashing down.
Plenty of pain
To go around.

Trinkets left
to mourn the loss.
A unit patch
or shiny cross.

We give of ourselves
when going to the wall.
Think of those
who had to fall.

Quiet now
fall on your knees.
Careful as you go
try not to bleed.