And we all lose a piece of who and what we are.


Victory!


When the eagle of war fly's;
Talons sharpened against enemy steel,
We all lose a piece of who and what we are.

When the fog of war;
Wafting over bloody fields clear,
We find our brothers lying dead and maimed,

And we all lose a piece of who and what we are.

So the victory is not in winning the battle,
It lies in never having fought it to begin with,
Discourse and engagement of human kind,

Finding life's dynamic thats makes us all one,
Then,
We will gain so much more,
In understanding who and what we are.
Victory then,
For all.





Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 16:13

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