[remember The Broken Soldiers (Anzac Day) Lest We Forget] Poem by Empath In flames

Broken soldiers,
Tread with fear
Through this concrete land
Frayed hearts unravel
And slowly fall
Like empty shells
I sacrificed my life
For a world that doesn’t care…
In return for an ounce of peace
To calm this mental head.

When you stare at me,
You see my eyes weakening
Tears foster,
Instead of beaconing
The fire inside,
Burn my memories,
These withered old hands
Shake and start trembling…

Years have passed,
And I can still hear
The children scream
Women were raped
And freedom was just a dream
History pages turned
So fast the warrior
Fades away…
You read so much
You forget the struggle,
We fought to save this land.

Next time when you stare at me,
Remember who I am…

A person who fought for you…

Never gave up on you…

Zealous in battle to fight for your freedom…

And willing to sacrifice my soul for a…

Cause that doesn’t even seem to matter anymore…