At death we are;
Laid to rest, and gone forward,
Joined with God when fallen asleep,
Answering the call heard whilst resting in peace,
Departed from this world, carried away from us,
With our names and deeds and a loving memory set in stone;
Anything but dead.
In death they were;
Laid to rest atop each other in a shallow pit,
Gone forward but pushed down,
Joined with God, but forgotten by man,
Answering the call from those lost before them,
Resting in peace after dying in slaughter,
Carried away upon a tide of violence,
Departed from their world so that others may rape it.
Even in death, only the victor's voice can be heard.
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