A.R. “David” Lewis
A SOLDIER’S EPITAPH
If in this land of sand swept winds and searing heat,
It should be that my life ends, my duty done.
Do not leave me here with those that caused my death.
Bring me home to rest in gentle sunshine, rain, or snow,
And I will sleep content in this my native land.
I will sleep the sweeter knowing that
My wife and children will be treated well,
Your promises kept, no more to tell.
But should you fail me, your words just idle chat,
Spun by spin doctors to enhance your power.
Beware! The next oppressed people to be freed,
May be those that you deceived.
And you in turn hunted down,
Toppled from your tainted throne, with stolen crown.
Then I will sleep in peace again.
©Copyright November 2004 by A.R. “David” Lewis
Author’s Note: I was greatly honoured when I was asked permission by the parents of a Soldier killed in action to have the first verse of this poem included on his grave stone.