ONLY THE LIVING CAN MOURN

Only the living can mourn

But I no longer mourn

This is dumb and insane

The skies are cloudy as with rain

A rain of death destruction and accompanying pain.

Mother will cry no longer

For she could not outrun the hail

A hail of death and destruction as our defences fail.

Brother will run no longer

For he couldn’t escape the draft

A draft of death, destruction and the living bereft

Sister will hide no longer

A bomb took out the shelter

A bombardment of death, destruction and accompanying disaster

Ever stoic father peeks out the burrow

Beyond the town, the city, clouds of dust and tar

Will it end today or in the morrow,

He wonders as the bombs roar

I mourn no longer

Only the living can mourn

I fight no longer

Only the living can fight

I died the day the war began

The war he started because he can.

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