We are the sad face

We are the sad face

With a lowered gaze

The mothballed suit

The whistle and flute

The old kitbag

The folded flag

Atop an armoire

In a cold room

A time capsule

Old photographs

Proudly displayed

The widows and orphans

Graveside mourners

The hidden and the hungry

The helpless and the dead

We are the fallen

The forlorn

The Forgotten,

Those who still remain,

Un-missed.

We are despair

Downcast and glum

We are the gun

The bullet, the bomb

We are all we have become

From the dawn

Of creation

To the setting of the sun

We are sacred

We are holy

We are all things

Good and

All things bad.

We are human

Humane

And deadly.