Where is my leg? It is gone, gone, gone,
And no one cares, I just get looks and stares.
Right leg taken by War - Theft! Only one leg left.
'Sorry Soldier, Shoes sold in pairs.'
Can't anyone see, my life filled by misery,
And I look down, Where is it?! Oh,
Right... it's gone, gone, gone,
So I drag my shadow, towards the coming morn.
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To Live is to Die
PoetryI find war a fascinating topic-so broad yet so focused, filled with so many emotions and endless stories to explore. Sadness has its own kind of beauty, and that's what I wanted to capture here. To Live is to Die is my way of remembering the lives s...
