! ! The Day When 'They' Killed 'Them' Poem by Michael Shepherd

! ! The Day When 'They' Killed 'Them'



It was the bloodiest day
in those long long years;
that day when ‘they’ killed ‘us’
who were the ‘they’ to them.

The next day we buried ours;
fearing as we turned the bodies
to see a known face: friend, relation.

But it was the boy.
His pockets, stuffed with leafy olive twigs;
as he went out to fight for freedom
freedom which did not ask his life.

I did not know that tears
could be so salty on the lips
beyond all bitterness.

*

[taken from a described true incident]

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