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After They All Died

May 24, 2011
By Anonymous

War is the time to smile
Fighting is when you laugh
Because you see all the blood
And you first witness death

War is the time for sorrow
Losing marked by the tears on your face
Because of devastation
Brought on that wretched place

Everything inside of you
Was ripped out as you cried
Surely you can't go on
After all your friends have died

After the war is memories
Remembering all those times
Because if don't keep the treasures
Depression keeps your life

After the war is the funerals
And flowers set on the graves
Kneeling and weeping and asking why
They're gone and you were saved

When everything inside of you
Was ripped out as you cried
How could life ever go on
After all your friends have died?

Just go on living
After they all died


The author's comments:
This is pretty much a poem on a subject I know nothing about. I didn't live in a time that this happened. I didn't have friends that died, nor did I fight in a war. I was just thinking about those good war movies and got inspired. It really makes you think. How does one go on living if you saw all your friends die?

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Miranie said...
on Oct. 28 2011 at 9:08 pm
What were the other 3? I'd love to read them. 

Miranie said...
on Oct. 28 2011 at 8:32 am
Absolutely love this! It reminds me of "Saving Private Ryan" (though I've only ever seen the first bit of it and been told the story line). Were you thinking of that when you wrote it? 

on Jun. 22 2011 at 10:16 pm
littletipoftheshoelace GOLD, San Diego, California
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