Remembrance Day II

What answer do we have to 
death and war, what 
answer to our sufferings
our tragedies our sins? 
We stand open-mouthed 
at our own acts and 
all the crime and 
all the harm.   What 
answer do we have 
for the deeds of 
our own kind?   The 
sky is mute, the 
music plays and 
all our faces ranged 
in rows trying to 
understand our arms our 
hands, our bleeding hearts 
that die at our own lack. 
How do we gain 
humanity back and be 
all that we 
should have been?
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