Who went before me
Who made my life free
Who stood tall with bayonet and gun
Who stood facing the foe and won
Where are those people now
Where it mattered in their know how
Where are the scars that bind
Where do they find a place in mind
When will we again stand as one
When will truth outlive the other one
When will the brave in blue be renowned
When will we take back the solid ground
How will the world be healed
How will we salve the blood congealed
How will we sleep at night
How will it all be put right.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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