Terry D. Sutherland

THE MESSAGE

The ghosts of silent soldiers
Silhouette my living room wall
Each carries on broad shoulders
The souls of those that fall

A burden never ending
They bear their brothers’ weight
They carry without bending
Never knowing their final fate

The souls that they carry
Hold no normal weight
It’s their mortal bodies we bury
Their souls in angelic state

They lived for a noble cause
But died for reason lost
Their souls face mortal laws
Their fate the final cost

Celebrate their time on earth
By promoting common sense
Let each fallen show his worth
Acknowledge his message sent