sorrow

Slowly I forget
the burn of your words
the cold ache of your gaze
Do I fade like you
Am I distant and lost
and slipping
from your memory?

There is time for joy
Do not waste it on sorrow
Live in ecstasy

Is this the blood
Of an enemy
Or is it blood
Of one of ours
I do not know
Blood is blood
And death is death

War is fought
At the beckoning
Of those that lead
Nations
And for these shouts
To to kill the other
The young and old
March out
To bleed
To die
To bleed
To kill

But
Blood is blood
And
Death is death
And every enemy
Breaths with human breath
Cries with human tears
And passes
Wishing for comfort
As a child
Wishes
For Mother