Tears are for the Undead
With a shaking hand he tore the
Envelope open. Slowly, his hand
Reached out for the letter. He knew
What the words would say. Not news
To him was his son’s death. The
Young soldier too young to be
Holding a gun instead
Of a pen and paper. But the
Gun was chosen and
The gun had killed him. Now
A body that would never reach
His home. His father didn’t shed a single
Tear. What’s the use? His boy was
Already dead.
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