The prose of prawns
Once spoiled upon
The lawns fell deafly stride
The dead ears of young
Men called to defend the majesty
Of flag and home but
Whence the nouns the round
Romance verbs absorbed like
Blood into the earth
And aunts and moms
Younger brothers home
Gave up all hopes of his return
Into no poem came faith or honor, no more was the Valor
Rhyme and the cadence glory.
Oh, young,
You that preach how precious
Seems
Heed naught in haste.
Spend lightly send the old
Those in power that bend and proveracate speech in colored
Tones of we
He was my son.  
And he is no more.
What have you done.