poem...

If all has failed

And nothing left to keep

A whisper of the wind

Brushing against thy cheek

If the fight has been lost

If the war has ensued

And the ashes of our fellow comrades

Become the ground we walk on

If our tears turn to blood

And the sky is charcoal

To where you know the sun

Will never beckon us out of our dreams again

If chaos is the only rode left to take

If we will only smile with bitterness from now on

If all of this has happened in this morning

Then today is a better day

Than yesterday