So that men would live alone
They would die together, a herd
Where nameless faces go
Known but to a few,
Soon forgotten in an age
Noble ideals, and principles
They do not fill the grave
The maligned youth do
When they are dying
They do not cry out
Great slogans, rally cries
They seek those they love
Calling out their names
Their voices chilling
That a mother so distant
Should hear their pleas
They look up to me
The one who led them there
To their suffering end
Fear flows from them
Eyes betrayed, glaring
Stares accusing...frozen
Remorse cannot wipe away
A moment in eternity