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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Originally Published: May 13, 2009
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