Mozzthe1

A Heroes Home Coming

With muffled drum

the drummer beats his requiem,


Whilst pipers play their mournful tune
In deep respect for one taken so soon,


As casket adorned in flowers bold
Try shielding the world from horrors untold,


A silent throng with heads solemnly bowed
Cast tears of regret on to sovereign ground,


Whilst women sob and grown men cry
As if a final lullaby.