The heroes are dead and nothing else matters
Under a gray sky the women are dressed in black
At the grave site hearing homilies paying homage to heroics
Their sobs background music to pontificating politicians

Under a gray sky the women are dressed in black
Weeping widows hold on to their offspring for dear life
Their sobs background music to pontificating politicians
Punctuating sentences with their inconsolable grief

Weeping widows hold on to their offspring for dear life
At the grave site hearing homilies paying homage to heroics
Punctuating sentences with their inconsolable grief
The heroes are dead and nothing else matters

From my book, Sometimes Blue Knights Wear Black Hats.