©Aislynn d'Merricksson, 2007
Bleached bones under a scorching sun,
mournful reminder of hesitation's price.
Countless souls lay down to rest
and in their resting, passed away.
Mournful reminder of hesitation's price,
blackened bones upon a desolate plain.
Those that, while resting, passed away
so close to the victory's gates.
Scattered bones in an empty field,
mute testament of a moment's hesitation.
Countless millions paused before the gates of victory
and in that pause lost hope.
Mute testament of a brief hesitation,
endless numbers who sought the brief respite
and lost their hope and lives
leaving behind only bleached bones under a scorching sun.
"On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest and in resting died."
-Adlai E. Stevenson
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