REMORSE AFTER WAR
Ignominy of what we did
May peal unto the rafters
Of highest heaven, that amid
The war-zone were the crafters
Of violence beyond belief
Against true innocents--
This I retain, with no reprieve;
The grief never relents.
It is the legacy of having
Been sent to occupy
A people that did not want saving
Nor either asked to die;
But like the wielder of Death´s scythe
So by machine of war
I chopped them down, with laughter blithe,
But now my sorrows pour.
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