Big Brown Eyes

A raised hand
A final salute
A single tear
Those big brown eyes
Fixed
Upon that flag
Of read, white
And blue that sways
In slow motion in seems
That sis at half-staff
Upon that strong, tall post.
A quivering hand slices
Downward through the air
That seems to be thickening yet
Closing off.
Those big brown eyes shed
Yet another tear
As she looks around.
All of these coffins
Draped with American flags
Holding bodies that
Are now deceased
And she can't
Help wondering if
All these lives
Were taken in vain.