my first in many years
Fewer here than last I came
the memories bring on tears
It?s been some time since the war
but every year they march
Scars and crippled, homeless, riddled
uniforms doused in starch
A chance to serve, a young man?s dream
to go and win the battle
The terror that soon meets him
would make your stoned head rattle
Although I see it turning grey
It seems like only yesterday
Parades
I wish they?d go away
-RS � 1999
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