My lips are not his, but my my heart must speak:
When blame and ignorance filtered his ears
Anger consumed him, his cause for defeat;
The blood spattered rifle empty from fear
Home seemed too far away, a stranger's place
The comfort he knew was silent at dawn
Dirt stained breathing masked his bittersweet faith
Of a true conscience forgotten and torn
His body is cold no longer at war
With the soul that battled his own belief
And brothers just like him have gone before
Bravely, but painfully, to seek relief
My son's selfless choice was to stay and fight
While we determine what is wrong or right
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