Someone today remembers
The one they lost to death
A young man’s blood on a battlefield
In his brothers arms drew last breath
What drew that man’s blood was not a gun nor a bomb
But still a series of stupid events
His blood on the ground like that of a soldier
Didn’t make a whole lot of sense
Where some blame bombs and guns for their loss
All she has to hate is the booze
What gives some a great deal of pleasure
Gave him a way for his life to lose
War to her never made sense
And neither what happened to him
What kind of fight must continue
So more don’t die again
Today let’s not forget the stupid ones
Because we know not all were brave
But their loss hurt us just as much
When blood spilled on their last day
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note: Written November 11, 2022
Today, people are going to choose to remember the brave ones... today, I will remember the stupid ones. Because their blood matters just as much if not more to me. Maybe in the big picture... they were all stupid.
"A new consciousness is developing which sees the earth as a single organism and recognizes that an organism at war with itself is doomed." Carl Sagan
