An year has passed, the world has forgotten. Everyone is preparing to celebrate the new year. Forgetting how unjust the year has been.
Wishing to take a break,
from this never ending ache,
for the heart’s sake,
how much more can I take.Tires my spirit and mind,
yet there is future and hope,
as life goes on unkind,
the soul itself will cope.It cut across; left a wound,
The hero was gone,
But, an epilogue was found,
The story is not quite done.Never truly lost, only in hiding,
He left us, but the story doesn’t end,
It only finds a new beginning,
A new setting, where he left behind.A book remains even though it ended,
It is still there, willing to be read and reread over & over again,
We’ve but one chapter; masked by lies and blood the world painted,
The true story, uncover it! To remember & cherish, makes me forget the pain.The hero is still there, still there,
Remember his smile and remember his laugh;
Remember his heart and remember his happiness;
Remember him, for the story never really ends.
I still salute the Martyr.
My Views on Saddam (2006 December Entry)
