Willows weep for the lost

Lives washed away by the raging torrents

Blasted by devices aimed at making bloody rivers

Slaking the soils thirst

Ripping away family hands that held them dear

Bringing dark tumultuous tears

Rivers of grief opened by blood

Flowing beneath the willows at six feet of emptiness

Staining faces

Those boxes buried with sad ceremony

Too many

Too young

No more will they sit beneath the willows in embrace

Gone forever

Swept away in the torrent blood

While they stand and grieve

Bugles call one last time to rest

Calling to unhearing ears

Shots ring out with a stunning ear blow

Tap dancing through the stilled brain

Flags dip their salute

To the sightless eyes

As the flag folds in family remembrance

A memory for years of flowing tears

Still the torrents of blood will flow

So many times repeated

Too many 

Too young