Three Hundred Men

Three hundred men stood in the dark,
Three hundred souls so brave and stark,
Five thousand more came at them fast,
Spilled their blood, took their breath, then cast
Them into burning pits,
Burying all remaining bits.

How many of us will stand and judge
Another’s action through the smudge,
Not knowing how or why or where,
Yet proudly stand, our thoughts we share,
Believing they will change the thing,
But no one cares through all the din.

Our life is there for us to live,
Through our own thoughts we only give
Unto ourselves, the gift of life
From higher realms so keen and bright,
Yet here we stand, all stark and brave,
Listening, learning, to the grave.

© Copyright Robin McShane – July 2014

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