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A Child Cries
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Military/Patriotic Somewhere, a child goes to bed,
With no father, for he is dead,
By a bullet fired in the line of duty he died,
Serving his country’s ideals with pride.
Whether he wanted to go,
Was not his to say,
His country demanded he show,
He was on his way.
On track with destiny,
To face his enemy was his part to play.
The wheels were in motion you see,
The bullet with his name a heartbeat away.
Traveling through the night
Trying to take a breather,
Silent as a knife
Came the Grim Reaper.
Came the report of the weapon
As the bullet tore through his chest.
The floor he lay on,
Soon covered in blood by the rest.
The mission had failed,
Totally gone awry,
Remembering, the child wailed,
And once again there were tears in God’s eyes.
Somewhere, a child goes to bed,
With no father, for he is dead,
By a bullet fired in the line of duty he died,
Serving his country’s ideals with pride.
