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I wrote this for the soldiers who gave their lives during the Viet Nam war, (I was 15 back then in 1975) the ones who died in or as a result of battle and those who died inside when they came back, this also goes out to all the men who ever served and the families they left behind.
A Tale of Dead............................by T. Erdelyi 11-75
Children play upon their graves,
Dug for them in warring days,
Covered by the misty haze,
People watch as children gaze,
Upon the beds which they have made,
Within these walls the dead are laid,
Flowers wilt as tombstones fade,
Their debts to us have now been paid,
By those who shout and those who cry,
As women weep and children sigh,
And yet they watch as still more die,
Caring not for those who try,
To find an answer in the sky,
Condemned are those who tried and fell,
Condemned to Satan and to Hell,
Skies grow dark and oceans swell,
As demons ring the flaming bell,
By those who hate and those who fear,
That Judgment Day at last is here,
Revenge so far and yet so near,
There comes from them a single tear,
A tear for those who died unknown,
For all whose graves are overgrown,
With weeds and grass and pale white stone,
At last for them a light has shone,
And now the dead are going home.
A Tale of Dead............................by T. Erdelyi 11-75
Children play upon their graves,
Dug for them in warring days,
Covered by the misty haze,
People watch as children gaze,
Upon the beds which they have made,
Within these walls the dead are laid,
Flowers wilt as tombstones fade,
Their debts to us have now been paid,
By those who shout and those who cry,
As women weep and children sigh,
And yet they watch as still more die,
Caring not for those who try,
To find an answer in the sky,
Condemned are those who tried and fell,
Condemned to Satan and to Hell,
Skies grow dark and oceans swell,
As demons ring the flaming bell,
By those who hate and those who fear,
That Judgment Day at last is here,
Revenge so far and yet so near,
There comes from them a single tear,
A tear for those who died unknown,
For all whose graves are overgrown,
With weeds and grass and pale white stone,
At last for them a light has shone,
And now the dead are going home.