Columbia, like a mother, mourns for all her fallen sons and daughters; heart broken by the sorrowful knowledge, that their voices have been forever silenced by bitter fate.
All those bold young hearts now devoid of life; no longer pulsing with song nor laughter.
All their spirit, kindness, joy, and love; encased within the earth never again to brighten a weary world.
They are forever as they were and can never be anything more.
So, forgive them of their perceived ills in life and let them sleep undisturbed.
They are as the dust, their journey of life complete.
No other dawn nor sunset shall they see
They march now in the great host of host amid the starry night.
They are far removed and from this world of human contempt, hate, and spite.
So, Columbia mourn their passing, morn their loss, and hold their memory close.
It is their due and our obligation, to remember them with a raised glass and never-ending toast.
Written and Presented by Mark R. Day on 5/26/2019, all rights reserved by the author.
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