In their new uniforms,
The young march off
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion,
They brandish their flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.
May we all be buried
By all of our children
Is an ancient tribal prayer.
They’re so easy to lose
But so hard to forget;
Such a burden for a parent to bear.
Oh, the taste of victory
Shall soon be forgotten;
But, never that which was lost.
For those rows of white headstones
In peaceful green fields,
Make it easy to tally the cost.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war,
And, we who remain
Must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!
I feel as if this poem is talking about how families miss the men that go off to war and not knowing if their soldier will come back.When the men march off to war all they can do is fly their flag proudly for they are protecting their country. Families are talking about how they have no control over if they lose their soldier. The task of parents losing children is a horrible feeling that those parents had to endure. All people want their kids to bury them, not the other way around. The poem is wrapped up by saying no matter how great the victory the loss of soldiers will never be forgotten, and those who survive must keep America safe for all the lives lost.