"Fallen"

January 19, 2020

I stand here all day, every day,

Never moving, never breathing,

Stone cold and solemn.

I demand respect for my 58,220 American brothers,

Who bled for this cause, only to be brought down by fire,

I stand for them, in return, everyday,

Repaying them for their sacrifices.

People say I am a split in the earth,

A crack, a crevice, a wall, a memorial,

But I mean much more than that,

I stand to represent the brave men that stood in the face of evil,

The brave men that are fallen and gone now,

But I will always stand, and I will never fall.

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