Victory Of Many Tears Poem by Liza Sud

Victory of many tears
it's a holiday - on blood.
many fates have disappered,
and did not live up to love.

Epaulets at cemetery -
tombs in silence stare at us.
'we are dead, and you are living' -
they tell us by their glance.

We are - quiet, like all the prophets,
you are - noisy, like school class.
We have graduated from life
but we see you from above.

we are in the light, feel easy.
like a brink lies between us
but you, too, will soon come here,
probably in paradise!