The Wall Poem by Robert Walter Huge
The Wall
I saw the wall, saw every name,
I read them all and bore the shame;
I heard the weeping, felt the grief,
I found sorrow beyond belief;
So many lives,
So many deaths
So many stood
And stared bereft;
I heard a sobbing voice somewhere,
And bowed my head in silent prayer;
That's when a troubled child said,
"They're all too young, they can't be dead."
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