bones don't talk, but
if they could
they'd tell an awful
tale.
forgotten soldiers
with no names
SWORN
promises that failed.
they'd tell of men
forgotten
staunch enemies' dark
lies
the ones who were not
broken
Eighteen hundred and
forty-six lives!
THEY'D TELL OF YEARS OF SORROW
BENEATH SAD CAPTIVE'S SKIES
EACH PERSONAL WAR ON TERROR
THEIR GOVERNMENT DENIES!
THEY'D TELL OF CORPORATE
TRAITORS
WHO SOLD THEM FOR A SONG
THE ONE THEIR MONEY SIRENS
SANG-
THE KISS OF THE VIET CONG!
THEY'S SING OF EMPTY YEARS
GONE BY
AND CHILDREN MIDDLE-AGED
SO MANY FORGOTTEN SOLDIERS
SACRIFICED AND CAGED.
TRUE. BONES MAY BRING SOME
CLOSURE
IF BONES CAN BE BELIEVED.
A NATION'S TRUST AND HONOR?
A PEOPLE LONG DECEIVED.
IF BONES COULD TALK THEY'D
TELL US
OF NIGHTMARES GONE TOO LONG
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX
LIVES
SACRIFICED... BY A SIREN'S
SONG!
Copyright 2004
Marsha Burks Megehee
