The tides of the sunken ships lost at sea

The soldiers who took a deep vow and swore

Their allegiance to our great country be

As memories creep along the frayed shore

We drown ourselves in their saddened sorrow

6 months have slipped away,and then a year

Hoping that they will return tomorrow

But it’s the unknowingness that we fear

Stark stone memorials have long been built

Overgrown with wild flowers and spreading weeds

Bringing us hollowed regret and sharp guilt

Wondering, was this the price of their deeds

By now, we ourselves bury deep and tuck

As our reservoirs drip dry out of luck