Survivors Guilt
who are we who walked away
unbruised
from the battles that raged
from the countless struggles that were waged
who are we who walked away
scribbling words
through teary-eyed
scribbled
nothingness
weakened tired
fatigued odes to the memories of all those who died
who are we who walked away
while comrades fell
fathers and mothers bled
while the blood of so many martyrs was so selflessly shed
who am I to walk away
cocooned vacuum-sealed
my conscience inured
sterile and impotently packaged
while the war rages on
leaving far too many souls behind
their lives
their dreams
their tomorrows broken
savaged ravaged
who am i?
Scribbled Verse 