Folded Flag
(Klaus Caprani)

So the war’s part of history now
and I see you again
As the coffin emerges through the cargo-bay hatch
of the giant C5 transport plane

I remember the note that you wrote
as the battlefield called
How you’d fight for democracy, freedom of speech
I bet it was not like you thought

Now your Dad gets this medal
You posthumously earned
And your sad little Sister and grieving old Mom
gets a nice folded flag in return

The sun’s setting behind the chapel
the light’s fading fast
Birds are singing sad songs in the forrest of headstones
Of warriours lost in the past

Now your comrades are forming a line
of faces of stone
In their eyes there’s an absence of something I remember
was there
when they all were still home

Now your Dad gets this medal
You posthumously earned
And your sad little Sister and grieving old Mom
gets this nice folded flag in return

There are causes that you can not join
without coming to harm
Was it worth all this pain and this fiery and final salute
from your brothers in arms?