Warriors

Soldiers walked across my grave,
Their boots, spit shine
Now muddy,
Press the earth tighter
Around me.

I have long passed,
But the concept of war
Lives on.

Soon those same soldiers
Will join me,
But for them, tears shall be shed,
Their bodies return to whence
They came.
Politicians will praise them
Their bravery
And familes will recieve
Medals and flags.

Then time will pass,
And like me,
They will become memories,
And even those fade,
Like photos
You no longer look at.

But when they join me,
I will not look at their uniform,
Be it one army of it's enemy,
Nor at the colour of their previous bodies.
I will look at the warrior
Who has fallen
And can rise no more.