All the young faces staring out at me,
Some smiling, some solemn, all children.
Children of the heartland, children of the coast,
Sons of mountaineers and daughters of the desert,
Some searching for themselves,
Others running from themselves,
Clad in green and brown and other colors of deception.
Wrap them all in bunting now,
The red, the white, the blue,
And bring them home to sleep among the heroes of our myths.
© 2004, renewed 2012 RC deWinter
The wages of war.