A Long Black Wall


A long black wall filled with names
	of men who died playing other men’s games.

In shame we weep before this shrine
	for men who died before their time.

Why did they send these men to hell?
	No one knows...no one tells.

What cause could cause a conscience to send
	the best of us to no good end?

But that they did...to our chagrin,
	they knew inside we couldn't win.

And now their thanks for giving it all,
	my brother's name on a long black wall.