Annoyed My peace destroyed By the graves Of those Who died As they defied Those Who would take from me The very peace I crave. Why did they have to die That you and I Could breathe The breath of life Live without strife And without fear Of any undue care? Why, oh, why Did they have to die That you and I Could live And could be free? It was not fair. Brother Edward B. Wakeham   Submitted By: NULL