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By dougle
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23 May 2005 |
what do you think? The earth holds our bodies as our blood soaks the ground,
are dreams are but whisper of the past.
We gave our lives for you, our children and yet we are not revered,
we are not even remembered by those we sacrificed everything for.
We suffered so that you would not, we fought so you would not,
we bled so you would not, we died so you would not.
Yet are graves go unmarked and our triumphs unknown,
this is your gratitude and you have our thanks. |
sad but true
Written by Ostara (61 comments posted) 23rd May 2005 | Dougle, this is a very honest piece; it feels quite like a personal poem rather than an attack on a generation of ingrates. I think the repetition serves as a strong stanza on it's own, balancing the slightly freer form of the first and last.
I am not sure the title is completely appropriate, but it does make you try and think about it.
Just one question - was it a formatting error that turned it out in prose form, or was that on purpose? Also there are a few spelling errors you may want to check out 
I would like to read some more of your work but there is a lot posted for all at once - I will try later. |
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