If I Should Perish, Do Not Cry For Me

A Poem

Photo by Olga Subach on Unsplash

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?