Let no more. . .
Let no more. . .
By Josh Pruit
I stare at the casket;
Draped with the nation's cloth.
I'm momentarily startled;
As the guns go off.
Another fallen soldier;
Being laid to rest.
I struggle to breathe;
For this tightness in my chest.
The bugler so smooth;
As he hits every note.
It is hard to swallow;
Because of this lump in my throat.
Tears fall like rain;
As I look to the sky.
No matter how many times I hear it;
Taps still makes me cry.
The bugle now silent;
As we pray for the dead.
I gather myself;
As I bow down my head.
Lord bless these heroes;
Who have given th
Who have given their lives.
Comfort their children;
Their husbands and wives.
Let us not forget;
They have given their all.
Let the bugle be silent;
Let no more soldiers fall.
