Poetry.
The Band played on
A new baby’s cry
Mother& Father so proud
The Band played on
A child cries as scraped knee is kissed
Mother Father holds their son their daughter so proud
The band played on
Child Son daughter in first fight grades not so good
Mother father less proud however love flows concerned
The band played on
Graduation day music loves day every one looking at child
Hole world ahead of them so much potential so much to offer
Mother father hair a bit grayer thinner so proud of child
The ban played on
Child married baby on the way
Mother father hugs kisses so proud
The band played on
Child answers countries call
Based in presidents lie many will die
Mother Father proud of child son daughter yet walk in protest of wars reason
The Band played on
Thunder sounds as bullets fly brothers in arms fight side by side
A torn people fires burn country flag s turn
The band played on
Men in uniform come to Mothers Fathers door
Mother drops to porch and screams as if she is giving her son Daughter birth again
Father turns walks in side face white as a ghost proud sad angry
Thoughts of sons Daughters first scrape this can not be kissed away
The band played on
Family friend’s new babies widowed wife laid on graves cry
The Band played on
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