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Silent Voices: POW-MIAS

A storm is brewing in the air over Arlington
There is another storm below that is not done
...forever ago...  it was begun
Can you hear the whispers chant
...becoming louder and louder
... almost a madman`s rant
drowning out the thunder..
...From the graves it comes
they whisper..they are the ones.
 
Their voices whisper in uneasy sleep

"There are promises you did not keep
The price of freedom was not cheap
Our brothers restless spirits forever roam
Give us our brothers for whom we weep
Bring the Sons of America back home
...so that in peace we may sleep''
 
 

Faye Sizemore 10/3/03

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Closure

 

Once again from the embattled past,
More brothers have been returned at last,
Recovered from their forlorn beds,
To rest in honor at home instead.

 

So many more still remain behind;
Though yet alive in loving minds,
They remain lost to the yearning arms,
Of those who prayed theyd return unharmed.

 

Since that desire can never be,
God grant this Nation will finally see,
On some soon, long-awaited day,
Her last 'Nam son come home to stay.

 

So many offered all there was to give,
Still, we all pray that some yet may live.
If they do, God sustain those men,
And, please, for us all, let it come to an end.


10/1/2003 Thurman P. Woodfork