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Entrenchments

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gummyrabbit

Published: Apr 20, 2012

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Someday, we will come back

When you walk among your fields
That lay peaceful in the pink sunset
You will remember the blood
And we will be here once more

When the noonday sun
Specks the silent plow with diamonds
You shall think of bayonets
And screams that tore as they fell

When your children run among the grasses
Shining ethereal in the twilight
You shall think of ghosts
And of ghost children that never were

The world has forgotten us
The earth will not forget

In our memory, is our revenge

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_{Wars are scars.}
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Thanks LadyofGaerdon for the DLD!
A sort of rough draft of this poem is here: [link] . I wrote it first and then entirely rewrote it into this poem with a slightly different theme. Another poem you should check out is tonepainter's "Let's Not Pretend" [link] which was inspired by this (and is better than this).