Post by Aaron Graf on Aug 21, 2004 1:48:38 GMT -5
21 Gun Salute
The car stopped by on a sunny afternoon,
A major pulled out to say “Miss, your son died 5 days too soon.”<br>The mother fell down and racked tears of grief,
Him dying so short of his leave was beyond their belief.
The funeral was arranged the very next week,
At a quiet graveyard right by a creek.
The preacher spoke his speech and wished him best,
His wife was crying, screaming, and holding his picture to her chest.
His children were asking “Will daddy come back?”<br>His brother said “It should have been me who died in Iraq.”<br>He figured he’d pay the bills and perform a great deed,
But he died in the sands while fighting for a few men’s greed.
The freedom he thought he fought for was being erased,
By this Patriot Act and it’s presidential disgrace.
The flag decorating his coffin as the band plays and troops raise their guns,
Look at his grave, he’s an “Army of One”.
The trumpets blaze loudly next to the thumping of boots,
Directly to the ground for the 21 gun salute.
With every shot fired the crowd gets more depressed,
As tears of grief now drench his wife’s black dress.
His father is about to fall down from burying his kid,
He gives him a salute for all that he did.
His friend from the field showed up as well,
With his hand on his coffin wishing he never fell.
But the man who never showed was the one who sent him to die,
Never set foot at a single funeral of an American GI.
Never took responsibility for causing his family to go to tears,
Instead he spoke all those lies and thrived off the peoples fear.
The taps is playing as he is lowered into the ground,
Everybody is gripped in sadness but not making a sound.
His children without a father, his wife without a spouse,
His father and mother miss his presence that was once in their house.
Ten shots echoing into the air,
The final reminder of death and despair.
~ Aaron Graf
The car stopped by on a sunny afternoon,
A major pulled out to say “Miss, your son died 5 days too soon.”<br>The mother fell down and racked tears of grief,
Him dying so short of his leave was beyond their belief.
The funeral was arranged the very next week,
At a quiet graveyard right by a creek.
The preacher spoke his speech and wished him best,
His wife was crying, screaming, and holding his picture to her chest.
His children were asking “Will daddy come back?”<br>His brother said “It should have been me who died in Iraq.”<br>He figured he’d pay the bills and perform a great deed,
But he died in the sands while fighting for a few men’s greed.
The freedom he thought he fought for was being erased,
By this Patriot Act and it’s presidential disgrace.
The flag decorating his coffin as the band plays and troops raise their guns,
Look at his grave, he’s an “Army of One”.
The trumpets blaze loudly next to the thumping of boots,
Directly to the ground for the 21 gun salute.
With every shot fired the crowd gets more depressed,
As tears of grief now drench his wife’s black dress.
His father is about to fall down from burying his kid,
He gives him a salute for all that he did.
His friend from the field showed up as well,
With his hand on his coffin wishing he never fell.
But the man who never showed was the one who sent him to die,
Never set foot at a single funeral of an American GI.
Never took responsibility for causing his family to go to tears,
Instead he spoke all those lies and thrived off the peoples fear.
The taps is playing as he is lowered into the ground,
Everybody is gripped in sadness but not making a sound.
His children without a father, his wife without a spouse,
His father and mother miss his presence that was once in their house.
Ten shots echoing into the air,
The final reminder of death and despair.
~ Aaron Graf
wow not nice to make me cry very deap