Battlefield Graves


Memory fades. The dead are buried.
When morning breaks the screams are silenced.
If the dead had any message
They would tell us to remember
To not forget the murdered children
Who feed the harvest in fields of pain
Where their dreams died.

About quenyar

Just another bozo on this bus.
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