ANOTHER FILLED HOLE A woman in a graveyard mourning for her son he Gave his life to fight in a war he Thought was fun. A bunch of yellow Roses lay upon his grave but for all the Tears she shedded no one can be Uniform and gun, he traded in his brain For a life he thought was fun, he gave His country what it wanted, brave and Strong, fresh blood, he gave himself a Mortuary bed when it spilled into the Mud. His father had once walked that Path, but now he pays the price of a Son who followed his steps and who Lost his life, the telegram just noted of The bravery of their son, but was it a Mistake that he was killed in action? A Woman in a graveyard, another day Has passed and another son is killed in A war that for years will last, the bunch Of yellow roses will always mark the Spot, for a son who joins the army, his Memory is forgot
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