Wooden Fences & Wooden Crosses

We are given to this earth

and we are taken away

Our innocence is prayed upon us

and uniforms are given out

to little boys and older men who stand in line

Blood will run this glorious day, and

little boys, will be, but memories

in wooden frames, hanging on the wall

and do their deaths bring us closer to peace

These proud little boys in uniform

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