Tears of the Fallen

It is almost November, and I felt like sharing this. I wrote this because I was feeling frustrated last year about how war has been turned into a game, something to sell:

Tears of the Fallen

On the day of solemn remembrance

The rain fell on the window pane

As if to mirror the tears of comrades

Whose falling seems falling in vain

So the tears that fall fertilize,

With intent to strengthen peace

But instead a mockery of sweat and tears

Everything that the veterans despise

Those they passed the torch to

See the wars as a game

Bought in stores, so companies

Can reap financial gain

Today society's biggest fight

Is whether the poppy is red or white

No sweat, no tears, no pain or fears

No worry of making it to the golden years

The years are spent with gold and greed

Forgetting what we truly need

To honour those who fought for us

Expecting nothing in return

Only hoping sacrifice would help the world to turn

Vets' tears, our tears of regret

For what we seem so eager to forget

 

A poetic collaboration by Karli Steen & James Black

November 12, 2013