….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem

Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end…. We’ve bled you and I, for country, glory and and excuses. Death comes to us all, so we are not afraid of dyin’, But how and why we die? I remember dyin’, a spear through my heart, seekin’ glory. No one remembers me. Will anyone rememberContinue reading “….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem”