Remember - Poem


One hundred years upon this day I die in war.

My life cut short by fear and rage on field of mud,

The two of us in fight to breathe our last,

We kill the other there,

And fall...

All love that we could give stops short,

All good that we could do now ends,

All touch and taste,

All scent of days with light and sound expire...

Remember not my sacrifice for something good, for it was not.

There was no meaning to my death.

Peace is the only enemy of war.

Remember me.

. . .

At the end of conflict we look to what is gained or lost, when often times there is so little left behind.

  • Originator :

    Mike de Sousa

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  • Status :

    Free to enjoy at Public Art World. May not be used for commercial gain. Copyright maintained.

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