Left to Inherit the Legacy of Death

 

Left to Inherit the Legacy of Death

Each day, in sincerity, we hold on to HOPE, that the war, will SOON be over,

Only to discover, SOON is not on the side of life, that SOON, has no closure.

It seems to be a phrase, that never comes, just like HOPE, we cannot hold,

Time is not on the side, of the good soldiers, sent to die, “To never grow old!”

As the politicians procrastinate, choosing to sit, on the backbenches of wars,

Unwilling to step forward, to mount the firing step, and fight, for just cause.

Content to cultivate bunions, on their backsides, with the world out of skew,

Hiding behind their lies, as more, and more fresh blood, is added to the brew.

It is: Someone’s sons, someone’s daughters, someone’s mother, someone’s dad,

Not theirs! Locked in the world of words, and empty promises, creating bad.

They prolong the war, and profit from its trade, their indecision we condemn,

They are content, to leave a legacy of death; “As we are left to remember them!”

Death stalks, beyond their sight, in ignorance, they will not change their stance,

To put aside insanity, and award, the young men, and women, a second chance.

We plead commonsense, for the sake of innocence, the civilians caught in war,

For we are the ones, who feel the pain, who know the grief, who live the score.

As bad news comes, out of the darkness, and the hope we held, is suspended,

We are the ones, left with the legacy, death has brought, our lives upended.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (June 2024)