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• Where Have all the Flowers Gone: Eve of Destruction

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  • THE MEN OF GRANITE

    
    
    DEDICATED TO THE MEN OF VIETNAM AND ALL WHO SERVED
                               
    The Stone that Rises
    before them all              
    Were
    Men of Flesh
    before the Fall
       
    A
    Tribute
    of The Ones
    of Stone
    Carved
    in Granite
    to show the cause
    
    A
    life that once
    felt these Hearts
    Now
    is lost
    in Men of Stone
    
    These
    Soldier's
    who fight no more
    Only
    stand
    with an unknown cause
    
    In
    fields of lifeless still
    
    To
    Speak
    Out of Why it Was
    
    Once
    on a Battlefield!
    Where
    Men were Flesh
    
    Are
    we to be Flesh or Stone?
    
    These
    Men of Granite
    will not come Home
    
    A
    Life,
    a Tribute of the Cause
    
    A
    Price
    they Paid
    to be in Stone
    
    Is
    it fitting to the end?
    To
    stand a bliss
    and see the end?
    
    Can
    We
    Not Make
    Peace Our Friend?
    Carve
    a Monument
    To The End?
    
    Leave
    The Men
    with Flesh and Feet
    Hearts
    and Minds
    Not Torn Apart
    
    These
    Souls
    Amidst Tombs of Stone
    
    Standing
    in Fields
    of Granite and Stone
    
    Die
    Amidst
    The Baptism of Fire
    Where
    Death is Hailed
     by Tributes of Fire
    
    Friend
    and Foe
    were Both to go
    
    As
    Bullets
    Ripped,
    Through
    Flesh and Soul
    
    Leaving
    Both
    Friend and Foe
    Shattered
    Dreams
    and Broken Hearts
    
    Fell
    as Each
    One's
    Life was Lost
    
    Death
    Had
    Come
    To
    Quench its Thirst
    
    The
    Tools of War
    Gave Him His Feast
    
    Is
    This
    The Price
    That spilled Their Blood?
    
    To
    See
    Them Turn
    From Flesh To Stone
    
    For
    is Our
    Monument
    To Them or War?
    
    These
    Men of Granite
    Will Not Come Home.
    
    A Poeatreeman
    
    If I could be
    as Hard as Granite
    
    I
    would be less
    than Flesh and Bone
    
    If
    I could assure you
    My Heart and Soul
    are One with Them
    
    You'll
     know I was not
    Steel of Granite
    
    If
    you can see
    the tears that fall
    You'll
    know there is
    a Soul in this.
    
    
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    May 11,1985
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE






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