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When in no one’s doubt,
It seems harder still to let it out.
No one’s triumph, no victory horn,
Denotes the fall my brothers mourn.
Denotes the fall of many a man,
Ranging from brother to son to friend,
Augmented reality through tear-filled eyes,
Gone to the world, do none realize?
We chase opened freedoms and opened minds,
For naught is gained through mournful cries.
Copyright © 2008 by Joshua Warren
This poem is such a strong expression of the grief that so many of us feel as we survey the squandered promise and tragic waste of so many precious lives.
Now some of you wonder.
I know what you’re saying.
You’re looking for answers,
Searching and praying.
You’re asking the Lord
“What’s up with this!”
My life seems too short.
You mourn the living I’ll miss.
But I can tell you,
And I hope you can hear,
God is still with me
Holding me near.
From “Poem for Kip”
Published in For the Love of Life
by Lindamichellebaron
Copyright © 1998, 2002, 2007 by Lindamichelle Baron
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Tall Boys, 1971
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