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Yellowed picture from before my time;
Such young faces with smiles sublime.
Family portrait in a frame of love,
Time has claimed them; nearly every one.

Oh, sweet melancholy days of fall
When reaper no more young men would cull;
A world gone mad that had lost its sense
At last at peace; mothers’ recompense.

They feel warm, though air is bitter cold:
Returned warrior destined to grow old.
But deep sorrow still feel down inside,
Long for brother who fought while he died.

Standing in sunshine, wearing huge grins,
Fight ‘gainst evil two brothers helped win.
Siblings smile in sweet innocence,
Not quite men yet; youth in the balance.

Frozen forever, time between wars,
Prayer of thanksgiving; now peace for sure!
Soon three too will don their uniforms;
Man has evolved; war’s become our norm.

Simplistic picture in black and white,
Knew evil from good and wrong from right;
Has been set aside by those who spin:
Loss of compassion our greatest sin?

Relieved to end six years of warfare;
Just prologue of Earth’s endless nightmare.
Divided fall, can we make a stand?
Only chance is to love fellow man.

Prime number of folks looking at me,
Nine blood relations, all are family.
Beautiful smiles grace every face,
Eager to rebuild world laid to waste.

Is there no room for opposing views?
Fear and hatred are our new values?
Everything changes as time marches on,
Today governments treat us as pawns.

There’s no turning back, must forge ahead,
World they envisioned is cold and dead.
Look in a mirror what do we see?
Truth sacrificed in land of the free.

Yellowed picture from before my time;
Such young faces smile with look sublime.
Family portrait in a frame of love,
Time has claimed them; nearly every one.

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