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DEDICATED TO THE MEN OF VIETNAM AND ALL WHO SERVED
THE MEN OF GRANITE
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
A MONUMENT OF SORROWS
FOR ALL THE HEARTS
SOULS WHO DIED
DREAMS SHATTERED
BEFORE
IT WAS BORN
HOPE LOST
FOR THOSE WHO DIED
YEARS OF SORROWS
LEFT TO SIGH
MEMORIES LEFT
OF PAINFUL TIMES
REMEMBERING
I PRAY PEACE
IS THE TIME.
POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
11/10/2011
COPYRIGHT@2011
A WOUNDED SOUL
War,
has Wounded
my Heart
Yet,
I kept my Soul
Love,
has healed me
I am whole
Not
in body,
but in Soul
For
I
have my wheels now
To
get where I can
I kept my legs
Never
to walk again.
Dedicated To
All Who Lost
Their Child,
Because Of War
A Poeatreeman
The Casualties
of Love
Are The Hearts
That Died
The Men and Women
Who
Lost Their Child
The Wounds
Inflicted
Because
of War
The
Pain Felt
Forevermore
Remembering
The Lost
They
Are Wounded
More.
Edgar Allan Prieto
11/19/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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