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The houses line the street

That parallels the creek

Brick and stone and wood

Within folks go about

Their lives, though some without

Family or food

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An arch stands in a field

Beneath its partial shield

A worn flag suspends

Like countless ribbons sits

The yellow grass in this

Park for veterans

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Three sacred colors shine

With setting sun behind

Patriotic show

The stars appear to bleed

From solar red, and feed

Faded stripes below

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Throughout this struggling town

Dead soldiers can be found

On signs that adorn

Street lights with their faces

So no one erases

Loved ones who are mourned

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Who sent them off to die?

And maybe tell us why

Things here haven’t changed

Of others, we are scared

The only things we share

Are sadness and pain