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Here she sits by the grave of a fallen hero
Her flowers are wilted, her dress rugged
But she is here to remember him who was lured
With the glamour of war and victory to his grave
Out of the vast quantity of treasures captured
Only a tidbit of it was delivered as his share
No name or fame came to him in life or death
Here he lies buried in the tomb of nameless soldier
Don’t berate those who give their lives without reward
Curse those who propagate war for their personal gains
YDWP;
3TC;
FOWC;
RDP;
Word of the day challenge;
There a no winners in war….
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Indeed. A futile exercise full of regret
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Bravo!! Well penned! I agree completely!π
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Thanks Angie.
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Beautiful Sadje.
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Thanks Di.
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Phew, powerful. Agreed. Well done, Sadje. π
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Thanks Jeff
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You’re welcome, Sadje. π
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powerful, the karma they reap is unbelievable … π¦
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Thanks Kate. Youβre absolutely right.
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Such a poignant message, so beautifully expressed Sadje π
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Thank you so much
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Iβm so with you on this. x
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Thanks π
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Be sure you read this awesome post!
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Thanks Chuck.
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Always happy to read and share your posts, Dear!
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A wonderful poem… so true!
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Thanks π
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You are welcome,
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