• A Feeling for the Dead
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    Remorse the Living--
    Those alive and suffering
    Pain passing, again and again,
    Again and again,
    That only apathy numbs our wounds.
    Remorse the Living--
    Those fighting and dying
    Brothers in laps, slipping and slipping,
    Slipping into that final sleep,
    Because we fight for 'just causes'.
    Remorse the Living--
    Those ignorant and naive
    Smiling from day to day,
    Day to day,
    While brothers die from 'just causes'.
    Remorse the Living--
    Because death is the only true peace we shall ever know.