We walk through this exhibit
Displaying the stories of the deadTheir memory lives in words and artefacts
In school children eager to escape the tight walls and endless quotes
So they can eat their lunchIn 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 friendsHow is it possible
To not understand
That we are alive
Because they are dead.
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Results of a Restless Mind
ŞiirA 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