Three Solemn Soldiers

 

Three solemn soldiers, battered and bruised,

stare at the camera, scared and confused.

Back at home, ribbons around every tree

will flutter and wave until they are free.

Somewhere three mothers

are awake in their beds...

while horrible visions dance in their heads...

 

These join a thread in the warped weave of war ~

those captured,

those mothers

who all came before.

 

Christina 4~99

For the 3 US Soldiers Taken by Yugoslavia

 

 

 

 

 

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