Every breath a labour. <br />Every dropp of blood a loss. <br />These severed arteries, <br />That are keeping me alive, <br />Were cut for the purpose <br />That we should survive. <br /> <br />Flesh stripped of dignity. <br />Lying on a bed of grass, <br />Lone the ruler of my destiny, <br />Fates hand stayed at last... <br /> <br />Living for one purpose, <br />Breathing only the goal. <br />Yet life still be taken, <br />From those who deserved it more! <br /> <br />With the sword, my life, <br />Taken so others could live, <br />I'm the cause of this indignity. <br />Taking from others, so I could give.<br /><br />Hermanus Hendrik Janse van Vuuren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surviving-7/
