Many a Day

Many a day have I awoken
to an empty white and blue sky,
without a dent nor a mark on it
just clean and untouched.
Many a day have I awoken
to the sound clang, bang and boom,
without a tear drop from my eye
just an ignorant nod and walk.
Many a day have I awoken
to taste bitter sweet and sour rot of the day before,
without even the shock of a squirm
just a simple gulp.
Many a day have I awoken
to touch the reddened soil,
without a flinch of how it occurred
just a brief grasp for leverage.
Many a day have I awoken
to the smell of a manure-maggot filled man,
without so much as a scrunch of the nose
just a quick sniff as a reminder.
Many a day have I awoken
to feel a sense of yearning,
without so much as a motive to suppress
just a heart and beat of a dream in a nightmare.
Many have awoken,
to a ceiling above their heads,
to the sound of loved ones calling,
to the taste of fresh clean water,
to the smell of warm-well cooked food,
to the feeling of joy and safety.
I awake to a metal gun in my hand.
I awake to dry blood on my face.
I awake to a knife edged into my back.
I awake to screams of mothers and children.
And you know…

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Yet we shall die forgotten men.
Not forgotten men, but forgotten young children
like the very one you are and were once.
I shall lie to rest alone, in a place no-one will remember,
unless you awake from the slumber of ignorance.

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