by Master Om
A rare moment of healing in a world filled with war.
|He stood tall, his jaw set and strong,
assembled were the troops, the battle done and gone.
His words echoed conviction in right over wrong.
"I speak to you," he said "in hopes you'll pass it on."
"The job you've had's historic,
they said it couldn't be done.
You're the spirit of a country,
be proud and pass it on!"
In the crowd stood two Berets, serving father-son.
In '69 the older fought a war he'd never won.
But looking at his only son, and his battle worn beret,
he realized the fight was finely done -- he'd pass it on today.