Before his time his face speaks of his past, without a sound.
The eyes not seeing now, and nothing grows and there's no change.
There was no sadness and no sorrow
until this image on the screen became the symbol of his life,
And his memorial.
We'e shown his picture on the News - a soldier killed in that parched land where death's the daily harvest
Beneath a burning sun.
Another name, another face, and tears somewhere are falling.
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