Who are these we see among us,
Like strangers in a foreign land,
Confused, angry, hurting, striving,
For what? We do not understand.
Some seem hungry, others homeless,
Bodies scarred and wracked with pain,
Haunted, frightened, lonely faces,
Etched with sorrow and hurt remain.
Could these be the ones, who saved us?
Fought our battles far away,
Could these be the ones, who gave us?
The freedom that we share today.
Some are young, and some are older,
Many seem so weak in frame,
Yet they stand so high above us,
We cannot help but feel some shame,
Shame for sharing not their burdens,
For not standing by their side,
Helping them to fight their battles,
With our gratitude and pride.
As we look to our Creator,
Let us heed His words and pray,
Give us hearts to share their sorrow,
And the will to act today.
Let us stand today in honor,
Of those who gave their best,
With a pledge and with a purpose,
To fight their cause and let them rest.
“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen
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