Nevertheless they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts.
They say, We were young. We have died. Remember us.
They say, We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.
They say, We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
They say, Our deaths are not ours: they are yours: they will mean what you make them.
They say, Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say: it is you who must say this.
They say, We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
They say, Our deaths are not ours: they are yours: they will mean what you make them.
They say, Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say: it is you who must say this.
They say, We leave you our deaths: give them their meaning: given them an end to the war and a true peace: give them a victory that ends the war and a peace afterwards: give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died. Remember us.
We were young, they say. We have died. Remember us.
(written in 1941 by Archibald MacLeish, American Poet and Librarian of Congress)
1 comment:
Great poem!! "Remember us," and I add - carry on our cause for freedom - not ridicule our efforts adding to the already horrors in our minds of lives taken, friends lost. We are obligated to do our part to keep America free - basically, and in their honor - many great men who gave their lives for what our leadership is trying to tear down. I remember how proudly they went off to serve and how proudly, albeit emotionally wounded - all part of war - which will always be with us, but still proud, and when America was proud of them. Would that were the attitude today!
Hoschar
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