Blankets of Stone

Blankets of Stone

Little flags all in a row, standing in grass that death hath sown

White crosses, too many in a line, most have been here for a long, long time

The fields are green, the clouds so white, why they lie here it just doesn’t seem right

These precious few, too many it is sworn, now the families come here to mourn

Children, fathers, mothers and the like, they do not feel these deaths were right

They were taken away, so fresh so green, only to die in fields so mean

Thoughts and dreams to die within the hearts and minds of all these young men

That was not a war, still they died over there, when the live ones came home on one cared

We were cursed, degraded and called by a name, killers they were called to put us to shame

They went because they had to, defending our land and because the government had a grand plan

They all died….. but we did not win

And their family’s cries are carried on the wind

Know that they lie here neath these fields alone

Covered only with their blankets of stone

Jmb 1993nc

(this was written with thoughts of Viet Nam)