A Question Poem by David Harris
A Question
A soldier lay dying
on a battlefield
the enemy advance
they are younger than he.
He looks up and into their eyes.
A question crossed his lips
and the question was why.
29 January 2007
Why so many have to die, man in his wisdom hears the battle cry, but ours is not to question the powers up high, ours is to line up and die...
I think this is a question we have been saying for centuries, and somehow no one has the answer, however cleverer we get. Good observation here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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5/9/2024 9:31:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
how did I miss this one....WOW...I wasn't expecting this by the title...I don't know what I was expecting really....but this just hits like a ton of bricks...short and poignant but you don't have to say another word after that last line