The secret dreads, <br />The bloodied heads <br />Buried deep beneath the garden <br />The way they bled, <br />The forgotten dead <br />Would make the weak man harden. <br /> <br />Their sins were few, <br />Their hearts were true <br />Though their cause was not the best <br />Their commanders knew <br />When the battles grew, <br />That here they’d be laid to rest <br /> <br />They placed the blame <br />(Those who came) <br />Upon their enemy’s deed <br />Instead of the game, <br />Which deserves no name <br />That caused their children to bleed <br /> <br />Yet tomorrow <br />They forget their sorrow, <br />And the salute of twenty-one guns, <br />Scream the moms, <br />“Drop the bombs! ” <br />On other mother’s sons. <br /> <br />Around the bend, <br />Perhaps an end <br />To the ceaseless petty fight, <br />But now we send <br />Our son and friend <br />To blind deaths amid the light.<br /><br />Michael Troy Buffo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amid-the-light/
