Memorials

It's midterms week here in London, so I haven't really been on many adventures. To show you that I haven't disappeared entirely, here is a poem I wrote for my Writing in the City class.

Memorials

Ghosts look on at the cold, cold stone

Leaders lauded for skills money honed

Faceless names, nameless faces, forgotten in the mist

Lonely graves scatter the world

Never to be thought of, honor never paid

Granite statues of the few, the overly proud

While blood-stained fields enfold

Those who gave their lives for others glory-sake

           

Frozen marble reminds those left

Allows them to forget the price of war

Behind the victorious valor prized by power