Don't tell my son that I died in vain.
Don't tell my folks that they should feel shame.
Don't tell my wife I was an evil man.
Don't tell my town that I should have ran.
Just sit in shame as you spin your web
Of rights and wrongs that come out of your head.
Talk, debate for all I care but I can tell you this you were not there.
jack frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soldiers-6/
