An unkind remark
Your eyes fill with pain then tears
My friend walks away
Furry pussycats
Tread silently on soft paws
Another mouse falls
Soldier do you cry?
A nation's conscience can't hear
We sent you away
Blood drips into sand
A doobell, a telegram
Your child served well
A soft little cat
A rainy day purrs and purrs
God is marvelous
A people are freed
Liberators assaulted
Truth holds no value
France's moral shame
No risk to a withered spine
A nation's parched soul
No, please, no goodbyes
You'll not come this way again
Steep is my sorrow
Head bowed, eyes lowered
I ask God to walk with me
Joy uplifts my soul
p. thibodeau-baker
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