ARLINGTON(58,000 on a Wall)
America, what will it take,
Before we wake up and pay heed?
Full steam ahead, we just bury our dead
And in ignorance call ourselves "free".
These rows of silent white crosses,
Stand witness to souls that we've lost.
Soldiers have died and mothers have cried;
Politicians chalk it all up to "cost".
Are we truly our brother's keeper?
Must we answer each clarion call?
Is it all just a game and what's in a name?
Ask 58,000 on a wall.
It's said those that don't remember,
Are doomed to mistakes of the past.
Still we ignore and march off to war
In arrogance yet unsurpassed.
Marble and bronze statues stand,
In places where wild flowers grow.
Headstones and benches, white picket fences
Mark tombs where the brave warriors doze.
Are we ready to live yet, in peace?
Have we seen enough innocents fall?
Is freedom still well or a game with a shell?
Ask 58,000 on a wall.
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