Veteran’s Day
Sadly we cry the nation’s state and mourn
those fallen heroes never recognized,
whose happy lives were beaten, burst, and torn
by noble war for cause yet realized.
Sing and dance about the honored stanchion
beneath unfurled, waving stripes and stars,
rejoice those valued dead of everyone
to heal and take away the country’s scars.
Yet spike the cannon, dull the saber’s edge,
for blood is not a nation’s only stock,
better liberty than the warrior’s pledge
to hold a state above such poppycock.
In pomp and circumstance a war is held,
while in humility is peace compelled.
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