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A Soldiers Epitaph

April 11, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

If in this land of sand swept winds and searing heat,
It should be that my life ends, my duty done,
Do not leave me here with those who caused my death,
Bring me home to rest in gentle sunshine, rain or snow,
And I will sleep content in this, my native earth.

I will sleep all the sweeter, knowing that
My wife and children will be treated well,
Your promises kept, no more to tell,
But should you fail me, your words just idle chat,
Spun by spin doctors to enhance your power.

Beware! the next oppressed people to be freed,
May be those that you deceived,
And you in turn hunted down,
Toppled from your tainted throne, with stolen crown,
Then once more I will sleep in peace again.

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