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Bring Them Back

I'm sick and tired,
Of hearing, MIA,
Our men gone missing!

Families are mourning,
Enough of this business!

Bring them home,
Bring them back!

What is the sense,
Of all these attacks?

Every war,
Every battle!

Men gone missing,
When they're doing,
All their missions!

MIA,
Missing in Action!

And what the heck,
Is our reaction,
Supposed to be,
When we hear this news?

We can't live on,
Without sharing our views!

Bring them home,
Bring them back!

Our POW's and MIA's.

Danielle N. Calhoun
© August 3, 2002

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