Waiting wistfully
Wanting woefully
Fraught in the should be forgot
Ivory silk hung below her knees
Flowing in the breeze
Flowers abound around
As stunning as she
Lost in a love
That will return
She knows not
Waiting wistfully
Wanting woefully
Fraught in the should be forgot
Dutifully deluded
Beautifully encapsulated
Bound to moments past
Evade she cannot
A canary sings
A letter her sister brings
Tidings of chaos and carnage
Rage-filled anguish envelops
Sorrow-filled tears develop
She drops in the field
The two sisters embrace
Her inconsolable torment
cannot be erased
A widow at twenty-two
Her strength she must renew
His service profound in deed
His country indebted indeed
Though was he a pawn for greed
Heroes there are plenty
Winners there are none
Political strife and power struggles
See not the lost and wary
For discriminate not
The rifle, the cannon or gun
Bless the brave who fought
Curse the men who aroused the fight
Sympathy to the soldiers
And their families' plight
Destruction of dedicated souls
Those who made it through in body
May not have escaped in mind
Those who did not come home
Left loved ones alone
Fallen in fields miles apart
Lay he and she
No longer waiting wistfully
Still wanting woefully
Forever fraught
In the what can't be forgot
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