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Fallen In Mime
Posted 8/2/03
At Friendly Musings
Brave wounded soldiers laid on battlefields
Just looking toward blue
heaven for the call
So all alone without compassion's hand
And praying for their death before nightfall..
Their
missing limbs and shattered chests exposed
Viewed only by the passing birds in flight
Now lying on the sod of crimson
red
Each unheard hero's scream of hopeless plight..
And as their lifeblood drains the war goes on
With little
recognition for their deed
Their last breath passes mingled in the breeze
Souls rising from the battlefield with speed..
Which war, which year, which cause, it matters not
It's always been the same through out all time
Fallen heroes
on bloody battlefields
Dying all alone..as if in mime..
Joyce O'Neal
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