One Boy Dies
When one boy dies
in a land far away
from home, from family
what can we say?
Sorry, too bad, what a shame
or shout to the world his given name?
My son, my son, my son why you?
My dad, my dad what will I do?
Brother, brother, oh God no!
My husband, my husband. It can't be so.
War is ugly. It doesn't belong
in anyone's history book.
Not one name should ever be etched
on a headstone where people look,
to remember death and honor a boy
that an ugly war took.
We fold up a flag. We listen to taps
and give a final salute.
And the boy who's gone is a memory.
His voice in the air is mute.
When one boy dies
in a land far away
there's a void, an empty space
that nothing in this whole wide world
can anyone ever replace.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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