I cry

I cry
Under the willow tree ,next to the grave yard
for the souls of men that are beaten without mercy
and there bodies discard
I cry
For the men sent to war to fend for there country
without the grace to come back
I cry

for the women left alone

as their loves & children get dragged away

never holding them agien

and formost I cry

for the men women and children

who die without ever knowing you!
-Jade Anton