116. When The Battle’s Lost Poem by Jaden Knight

116. When The Battle’s Lost



When the battle’s lost
and nearly all the lives have gone
the bodies of the dead piled high
to be destroyed at first light

The chance of victory long evaporated
into the bleak nothingness of death
yet still some will fight on
little pockets of resistance
trying to hold their own against the world

Mostly it’s those who are afraid of death
who are the ones who the most are desperate to survive
still keep firing their weapons
till they can no more
hoping to live for tomorrow

Not that tomorrow may bring any change for them
there’s still a conflict out there
unless they finally get killed
but they want to avoid destruction
and what may come with it
because what they may see they fear

For through the eyes and ears of the dead
we are all blind and deaf
at least to what they may have to say
no one else has seen what they have
no one has learnt from their mistakes

Only when they die will they learn
what they should have done from the beginning
while the war is over for them
when they join the legions of dead
peace is just beginning

Saturday, March 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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