As they filed out

They all missed out

On the listing of names ahead.

That scrolled with ease

In hopes to appease

The pain to all those dead.

But the rosary beads

Counted 1… 2… 3…

And slid apart as they hit the floor;

With the tears they did match

An absent shoulder to catch

Those lost souls who were there to mourn.

Now in a sea of black

We must pay respect

To those who fell for the White and Blue;

Who did shed their red

And with love they bled

In hopes to mend their colors true.

Once where love did breed,

Now there became a need;

And in its place did agro grow…

Into a festered wound

That for short made us swoon

As we took one foul, hard blow.

Now we’ve picked and scratched

Till the blood did it match

That which made Foundations sway;

Until we turned and attacked

And brought down with a crack,

Those who dared to have their day.

Ne’er we will turn our backs

On those filthy rats

Who flew in without aware.

And we’ll fight to the death

To pay our respects

To those no longer here.

Don’t look away young man, don’t look away,

‘Cause tomorrow you will see...

Wipe that solemn tear

From your mother’s fear,

And raise what’s left of the flag for all to see.

So many lives once full,

Now gone on an act so cruel;

How did we ever pass that day?

Blossoms wilt in vases

As we remember faces

That were buried in early graves.