This Poem was Submitted By: Ken Dauth On Date: 2003-07-15 13:34:49 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Requiem

What is in a father's mind as he sits so close to his son or a mother's heart that beats so low as the guns sound 21 A leaders wisdom heals no wound nor consoles one running tear A nations pride is small indeed to the loss of someone dear No land can long stand measured by the greatest battle fought Or the amount it's coffers held for those its wars distraught Heal a heart and build a land as none have seen before A tender touch is much more sought then a cannon's deafening roar

Copyright © July 2003 Ken Dauth


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