The fighting is over, the battle is won <br />Overhead the crows are gathering <br />The dead lay like a grisly carpet <br />Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly <br />Worst of all is the heart rending whimpering <br />Of men knowing they are about to die and are afraid <br />The victors celebrate in the great hall <br />With drink and food in plenty <br />Raising glasses to the glorious dead <br />What's glorious about it? <br />The losers, in chains, sit bemused <br />Trying to work out where they went wrong <br />Exhausted horses in the stables <br />Stand with heads hanging low <br />To tired to eat, barely able to drink <br />But Man will always find an excuse to fight man <br />For freedom, for greed, for religion, for love, for land <br />And though those that have won are glad <br />Relieved to be alive to see this victory <br />Yet at this moment, the only true winners <br />Are the crows that are now descending.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-fields/
