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I rest my head in bloodied hand

For friends I've lost as grains of sand

Sit weary on the burdened soul

That so many died for country's goal

To cleanse this earth of tyrant's ill

That innocent wanders free at will

Death has closed their youthful eyes

Laid them down with mortal cries

In fields somewhere in foreign lands

And those on dark red bloodied sands

Yet many more in dark jungles green

Deprived of life by those unseen.

Tenacious they'd fought this evil tide

On great stones their names inscribed

For they have left this mortal coil

Of wasteful wrath and timeless toil

In graves many rest now side by side

Though sad, we speak their names with pride

[For we shall always remember them!]



Leslie de la Haye © November 2000.