He loved life was on his epitaph
Generous and giving to all
That he is dead is not in dispute
The truth of the epitaph his victims refute
He may have loved his woman and kin
No doubt he wished to see them again
Yet he was sent to another place
To kill members of his own race
Did he ever ask whose home he was in
Was he polite though they were not kin
Did he knock before or just barge in
Did he look them in the eye before the deed was done
Or treat them as so much dung
Did he see his humanity in their eyes
Or see them simply as swatted flies
His thoughts we will never know
His face we no longer see
For someone just like him sent his life to another place
To join the deceased of the human race
3/19/2008
War is not a contemplative scenerio, and serves only one outcome - annihilation of human life. A form of mind control which causes man to kill his fellow man in the name of power and self righteousness. All soldiers must wonder what is at stake and what they stand to lose in death. Most have families, homes, civilian lives outside of their military existence. They are the ones sacrificing their lives while those in command sit at their desks and sign their death warrants (IMO) . This poem gets down to the nitty gritty of the matter in a very effective way. Thank you! Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful, pungent! ! Dad