Poetry By Chuck

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When the battle roars
and the mortars soar,
and there's is nothing to be done.

When there's only cryin'
and the dying
and there's nothing to be done.

When their hurting
and the ends uncertain,
and there's nothing to be done.

When the medic reaches
for the pieces
and there's nothing to be done.

When the reasons
are like the seasons
and there's nothing to be done.

There's nothing to be done...

....except the crying for your son...

...and the battle to be won.

 

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Written October 22nd, 2005

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