Despite my having no belief
In what I’m living for,
I’m anyway consumed by grief
For those who died in war.
In giving battle, just or not,
They sacrificed their lives
And added to the sorry lot
Of parents, friends and wives.
And I’ve inherited their tears
And emptiness inside;
In spite of all the peaceful years,
I’ve broken down and cried.
What’s more, I’ve held the lifeless head
Of each of those ill-fated dead.
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