Promises Broken
Today we honor them,the ones who died
in service to the ideals
behind the document,
a prayer of dreams
never fully realized
in the deaths of those
who never realized their own.
Perhaps each war —
each life sacrificed, gone,
each life scarred, broken —
moves us closer,
liberty for all a measured play,
the goal missed,
a punt to the next generation.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-05-25 at 16:13
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