Om

[COLOR="DarkRed"][B][SIZE="2"]Never to have to move again.
Never to have to fight.
But never able to drink again,
Or feel the sun's face.

Enough words for them are in the cool breeze after.
As I lie below this fence, leaves across my face.
A wind spreads me out, and I'm forgotten,
My name, my face, my eyes, those were not mine.

So now, a crime against God
But how many more against Earth.

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