The Stain That Tears Can't Remove
"Out, damned spot", yet that ugly stain remains,
No shedding of tears, ever will erase the pain.
Macbeth, in Shakespeare's play, is the quote,
Such timeless words, in those, that he then wrote.
All the men who gave up their lives, in all the wars,
Here at home, and on those most faraway shores.
Their souls, are the true wages of our sins, to pay,
The blood they have shed, remains, is still here, today.
On the ground in Manassas, at that old Bull Run,
By the lane in dear France, under the warming sun.
In the Paddies over in Asia, where rice now grows,
The life's blood of humanity, there, now still flows.
All the excuses of a country's well meant vision,
Aren't worthy in all words, of each executive decision.
These mistakes, made, by the deaths of good men,
With no possible way, to then start all over again.
The sage, William Shakespeare, in his wisdom, did write,
Knowing full well, of all humanity's worst blight.
The greed and lust that governed us, in actions made,
Forever to remain, a blood stain, never shall they fade.
Every mother's child, the men, who gave up their all,
Never doubting their country's choice, and in their fall.
Forever in our memories, each honored, and will remain,
their blemishes, a reminder, and in how much we all did gain.
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