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I Did Not Die...
(A Response)
I did not die,
'twas not my time
his death I mourn
and wait for mine......
With desperation,
I believed
our fight was right ~
Were we deceived?
I did not die
'twas not my time
Their deaths I mourn
and wait for mine....
I had to think
our cause was true
Or I could not have
fought and bled with you;
I could not
board the evening train
or hop a bus,
jump on a plane.
We fought our battles
side by side
And I felt we
were justified
in doing what man
does in War
nothing like he's
done before;
Then, when we're dead
or burned and maimed
We question "why?"
Our mind does claim
to need an answer ~
Why did I lose an eye, a limb
why me? why me,
and why not him?
Ah, Lord, what answer
can You give?
Why did he die?
Why did I live?
© Christina 8-9-07
A response to "I Did Not Die"
by Colin F Jones.
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