The Last Tear

Hers was the last tear
falling from her cheek.
A thousand others filled
a sea of regret and pride.
For he had died, after all,
for his country.

A soldier he, his dream to be,
lived out on a battlefield.
A skirmish never won,
he lived and died for fun.
For he had died, after all,
for his country.

–Victoria Emmons, 2017

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