The Very Wars They Inflict Upon Us

history remembers names
sculpted on white marbles
of soldiers who died
in their own valor

the very wars they inflict upon
us perhaps history too must not forget

the civilian, the innocent children, the crying women,
the mosques, and churches in ashes, the playgrounds missing,
the markets all blown up,
the trails erased one day, the forest flaming, the art museums gone

they planted the mines
and those who may have not forgotten
still clearly remember

on some days while they sleep on bed
some explosions still come alive

the dead still keep on dying

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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