Rest In Peace?
A poem: Desecration of cemeteries
Published in
Nov 10, 2020
Term served, and hours run under the cool scorching sun
A toiling in seemingly endless routine from dusk to dawn
Often dazed from days of drenching demanding drills
What pain and gain accompanied the trail
But at last a peaceful rest I seek
Or so I thought I would receive
This is not to be
For they assailed me in my sleep
Disarming my members and carting away my peace
Should the dead suffer at the hands of the living
Leaving the bereaved to renew their mourning?
Let the dead enjoy their death
And the living earnestly earn their daily bread
