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If I Should Perish, Do Not Cry For Me
A Poem
The blue sky speaks of times long past —
Better days than we know now —
And we crave the distant golden fields
We knew before they burned at nightfall.
Some gave us their promises —
Empty things ringing hollow —
But we did not waver, did we,
Even as our cities became tombs?
But we are not dead —
No matter how the sky weeps
On battlefields that were once streets
And masses of rubble that were once homes.
Fortune has turned her face from us,
Or so it seems this dark night,
But I see her in the glimmer of your eyes
Right before we say goodbye, perhaps for good.
If I should perish, do not cry for me —
But remember me as I stood ready,
Resolved to face any enemy,
Even if I would have to stand alone.
I cannot promise you victory
Or a return to normal days,
But know that I gave my everything
Just to ensure I might see your face again.
