Around the wooden caskets many flags were hung .
The last post was played and the battle hymn was sung .
For those without shadow there are no more killers .
They’ve disappeared like Samson under stone pillars .
What is there for those left behind ?
What can be said ?
There are processions of loved ones with tears to shed .
There are still flags to fly and futures to behold .
Colour those countless lives and wipe those tears away .
Until we are all one at the dawn of the day .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-04-05 05:53:28
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