We walk through this exhibit
Displaying the stories of the dead
Their memory lives in words and artefacts
In school children eager to escape the tight walls and endless quotes
So they can eat their lunch
In adults, whose Greats fought in the very war they read about
In teenagers, too privileged to understand that these men fought
Suffered
And died so they could stand in this room today
Firing pretend guns
Playing soldier
and texting their friends
How is it possible
To not understand
That we are alive
Because they are dead.
YOU ARE READING
Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
