I’ve seen the sites of many battles
And graves without names;
The heroism that shocks and humbles,
The stories that amaze.
I’ve heard of sufferings so dire:
One soldier stripped of skin,
Another calling own fire
To the place with him within.
A catapulted pilot fell,
Was cornered and shot –
And blew himself, just not to tell
The info that he got.
My heart is mourning every death
On each of fighting sides,
How young and bright they were, how brave,
How short were their lives.
Why do we fight in senseless wars,
Why do we lose the best
In the pursuit to pass resources
To the surviving rest?
We later won’t remember cause
Or reasons for the fight,
Yet heroism surpasses wars
And lives beyond their plight.
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