Attached Link: Troubled Times

Troubled Times --------------

J. M. Strother

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Moved beyond tears I stand
On grasses green and freshly mown
Affairs of State, so cleverly planned
Sadly reaps what we have sown

Across this broad and troubled land
Fly tiny flags, on breezes blown,
To mark those lost in desert sands,
heroes, fallen before full grown.

Though Presidents and Kings may plan
To take up swords so carefully honed,
Fate dances not to their command
And sits upon His own broad throne.

Our children struggle to understand,
While they are left to grieve and moan,
Why they should pay what fate demands
When these affairs were not their own.

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~jon
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