No names nor numbers,
Their lives worthless
To the men standing with
Firearms at their door.
The men were captured,
Sitting still in their cell
Being held as prisoners of war,
Waiting.
Waiting for years,
To come into the present
For the day which they will return,
To the land of the free and home
Defended by the brave.
They are the brave
Sacrificing their lives,
So citizens may quarrel
Within the streets.
Forsaking their natural rights,
And allowing others
To be prisoners of their sins.
Sins that possess no values
Of life, liberty, and the pursuit
Of happiness.
Men and women return and enter
Society, bury their memories
For the lost brothers and sisters
Which remain defending
The land of free.
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