A coin with a hole
Isn't used.
A card with no number.
Is left aside.
A soldier with a bullet hole
Is just a pawn overly used.
Dear jane,
I will be long dead before you read this.
Lost in a different world,
in solitude,
in silence.
They will fire 21 shots to the sky.
A last tribute to a man who had but to die.
Dear jane,
I'm sorry to leave.
We'll meet again soon. I promise.
But your job is undone yet.
You must teach him to make the choices right.
The right choices for reasons that are right.
You must teach him the atrocities of life.
And make him a proud man.
Who will stand for what's right.
And sit and listen to what was done wrong.
Do not leave this job undone
For we have yet to spend eternities.
Shed not tears of sorrow
For you will die the widow of a brave man.
And the mother of a valiant son.
For I died protecting you and him.
From traitors and those who treasoned
Know this i died the proud death of a
martyr.
Zaid.
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