grey stone for colours, washed by rain,
to cleanse away a questioned stain
of politician's mad refrain.
our children lie in Arlington.
slain by foe or friendly fire
when serving out Homeland's desire
that they may future truths inspire.
our children lie at Arlington.
martyrs to both right and might
in dawn's first light and darkest night
they did not question leader's fight.
our children lie at Arlington