“Daddy’s Boys”

The flag is lowered carefully, with honour and respect,
Blanks are fired, colours dipped, and soldiers’ arms are checked;
Salutes held high, for a man laid down, and now these men reflect,
On battles won, and brothers lost, and all the distance trekked.

Berets on brows, wings on chests, and boots of unmatched gleam,
Except by that of a child’s eye, no comparison can there be.
Despite the loss, he knows not the cost, with awe his face does beam.
They bring a smile of innocence, for they’re “Daddy’s Boys” you see.

The ceremony begins its end, with a trumpet call on high,
Soldiers stiffen for their friend’s last post, a sorrowful goodbye.
The crowds begin to fade away, all yielding heavy hearts,
A family left to grieve in sorrow, a nation torn apart.