The Wall

the wall
blood red bricks
martyred wicks
Nation’s altar
Placed sans falter
 
Heaped sentinels
Departed angels
We did dare
Tread softly, care

Eternal sleep
Do not weep
We are proud
Even in shroud

blood red bricks
martyred wicks
Nation’s altar
Placed sans falter

(pictures from internet- disclaimer)

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