THE TELEGRAM

It was just a yellow piece of paper
That's sent out across the land
To be received by a waiting family
With a trembling hand

It is a piece of yellow paper
That all families dread
Because it tells them that their loved one
Is either wounded or dead

Mum and kids start crying
While DADS stand straight and tall
For inside their hearts are breaking
For their child may have given their all

In the name of peace and freedom
For his fellow man
They come home dead and wounded
From some far off distant land

Such a price is to be paid
To keep their home a safer land
Because in their hearts they know
That they once had the upper hand

How many lives have to be lost?
In such fruitless WARS
For the escalating cost
Will remain for ever more

©Copyright November 2003 by Phil Kadow

Submitted for the November 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, Cost