Kiss the red pools
Of lifeless and cold.
Not a voice
To be heard
Just a sound of pit pat
Drumming against the earth.
Bowing our heads
We gather the dolls
And bury them
In our backyard.
With white crosses
Marking the end
Of the tears
From all those years
Of madness
Row on row
It goes
Forever to show
Courage and bravery
Of our men in the calvary.
Pictures:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Crosses-374205510
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