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Caskets
on arriving planes
bring home our boys
their sad remains
back to this land
which was their own
America
they're finally home
Salutes abound
sad bugles play
and medals shine
but can't repay
what was the price
of this sad day
these boys came home
in graceless ways
At this sad sight
there was no joy
these boys found death
through their employ
in fighting wars
made on pretense
these endless wars
that make no sense
Now mothers grasp
at flags draped on
the coffins that now
hold their sons
and wives and children
weep aloud
such mourning sounds
from shaken crowd
This cannot be our finest hour
good lives were wasted before they flowered
these were our brave who fought the cowards
in no-win wars they soon discovered
these are the wars some would pretend
serve us somehow a greater end
to war they always seem to rush
but who is to say which wars are just
These fine young men ran out of luck
now their remains return to us
in sadness how we rue the day
as over them we humbly pray
that such a waste might finally end
just think of what they might have been
let these be the last, let wars adjourn
and save us from such sad returns.
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