No Glory Poem by Jasper Red

No Glory

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I stand alone,
On the battlefield.
I drop my weapon, and it lays at my side.
My friends are dead,
But not a scratch on me.
Why? Why them, not me?
Why? Why did I ever listen to them?
For I know now,
There is no glory in War, only pain, and sorrow.

Thursday, January 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow,war,warfare
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