A Conversation with Self (Indecision?)
“You let them stride forward, let them die
You here to survive or give up in a fight?”
Placatory words or empty threats,
Couldn’t budge him from the resting place.
“There was a duty to be done.”
“Please don’t sing that song,
It had already been sung!
Cowards maybe but they are still alive;
Dead are rejoiced but are unmoving
Remembered today, forgotten the next!”
“It’s a done deal, no going back.”
“Staying where you are will get the medal,
To be adorned over your dead mettle
Handed over to your widow
Nothing but a keepsake for the gone,
And you still want to stay on?”
‘I’d die if I stayed alive when the children cry,
Die of shame of running away,
Die of being a fallen warrior.
I’d rather not breathe knowing what I didn’t
I’d rather be dead knowing I gave my best
Of trying to save mankind, and life!
I will stay back, maybe to die,
But not just with a forgotten honor
Maybe in my last ditch try,
There will be one saved life.”
N.B. People usually don’t understand my poetry, it’s not a problem if you don’t either. 🙂 Love, G.:)