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    Dead Heroes Homecoming

    You said he'd be a hero, but all I see's a stone.
    A reminder of one less soldier, or one more who's never going home.
    What's a medal to a man who aint around to receive?
    His mother'd rather have her son than a medal and this grief.

    A wounded warrior is a reminder of the painful cost of wars,
    but a fallen soldier is a martyr, and a symbol for the cause.

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    or just the stories of who they were?
    Are they fighting for the dying?
    Is that what they're fighting for?

    I turn on the TV and see two firefighters' faces on the screen.
    I don't have to guess what seeing their faces up there means.
    Mad men and killers have their images spread all over the place,
    but a hero has to be a victim too before we know their face.

    How many times before had those same firefighters risked their lives?
    But they aint ever made the local news until both of them died.

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    or are they stories and nothing more?
    If they're just fighting for the dying,
    then what are they fighting for?

    Dead heroes don't ask for anything.
    They gave until they had no more to give.
    But what they sacrificed it all for,
    are those just stories for those who live?

    I don't want to be your hero. Stop pretending that's what I am.
    Your lies aren't worth my life, and your thanks aint worth a damn.
    If I'm a hero it's for me... just who I am and what I do.
    When I die, are you gonna claim my life and death were all for you?

    How many fallen heroes didn't believe in your cause or what you sell?
    But you built a statue, told a story, and stole their memory as well.

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    beyond uploading the oath we swore?
    Are we just fighting for the dying?
    Tell me, is that what we're fighting for?
    Last edited by andrewclunn; September 10th, 2017 at 06:50 AM.
    You can never hate something so thoroughly as that which destroys what you love, and who is more guilty of this crime than the stranger who was once a lover?

  2. #2
    Quote Originally Posted by andrewclunn View Post
    You said he'd be a hero, but all I see's a stone.
    A reminder of one less soldier, or **one more who's never going home.** I would remove the "or".. either way, these are gorgeous lines and a perfect opening for this poem...
    What's a medal to a man who aint around to receive?** I don't like the word "ain't".. it cheapens the tone of this powerful poem...
    His mother'd rather have her son than a medal and this grief.

    A wounded warrior is a reminder of the painful cost of wars,
    but a fallen soldier is a martyr, and a symbol for the cause.

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    or just the stories of who they were?
    or are they just stories of who they once were
    Are they fighting for the dying?
    Is that what they're fighting for?

    I turn on the TV and see two firefighters' faces on the screen.
    I don't have to guess what seeing their faces up there means.
    Mad men and killers have their images spread all over the place,
    but a hero has to be a victim too before we know their face.*** Fabulous...

    How many times before had those same firefighters risked their lives?
    But they aint ever made the local news until both of them died.*** again... cut "ain't"...

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    or are they stories and nothing more?
    If they're just fighting for the dying,
    then what are they fighting for?

    Dead heroes don't ask for anything.
    They gave until they had no more to give.
    But what they sacrificed it all for,
    are those just stories for those who live?

    I don't want to be your hero. Stop pretending that's what I am.
    Your lies aren't worth my life, and your thanks aint worth a damn.
    If I'm a hero it's for me... just who I am and what I do.*** Here, you change the vibe of this poem...
    When I die, are you gonna claim my life and death were all for you?

    How many fallen heroes didn't believe in your cause or what you sell?
    But you built a statue, told a story, and stole their memory as well.** Not sure, but I believe you could edit, reword to make a smoother read...

    Do the lives of heroes matter,
    beyond uploading the oath we swore?
    Are we just fighting for the dying?
    Tell me, is that what we're fighting for?

    This is a gorgeous poem, strong message, almost flawless... powerful ending...thank you for a fabulous read...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    My Southern origins keep coming through. Aint it just so natural for me. Keep forgetting that yall don't consider that a real word
    You can never hate something so thoroughly as that which destroys what you love, and who is more guilty of this crime than the stranger who was once a lover?

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