They say life on a battlefield
Is sink or swim
And only the strong survive
And those of us who survived
We survived
And we say to the next
As they’re standing in line
“We’ve done our time,
now it’s your turn”
We learned our lesson too well
We’ve taken our hell and passed it on
“It will make you strong,”
We say as we turn away
How easy is it to forget
The ones who walked with us, talked with us
The ones we fought alongside
They didn’t survive, they fell
They were as strong as we
But we can’t see this to be so
For it would show how little power
We had in the hour that they died
And we honor our fallen comrades
With a rousing inspirational speech
“You are our successors,” we say
“And there’s no room to be weak
Because life on a battlefield
Is sink or swim
And only the strong survive”
And those of us who survived
We survived
And we say to the next
As they’re standing in line
“We’ve done our time
Now it’s your turn”
We’ve learned our lesson too well
We’ve taken our hell
And passed it on
“It will make you strong,”
We say as we turn away
And how easy it is to forget
The ones who walked with us, talked with us
The ones we fought alongside
They didn’t survive, they fell
Consumed by the hell
We recreate
In the name of memory
(Written several years ago, came to mind in a recent discussion with someone who waxed quite eloquent about the merits of this approach to life. It does have merits, but only for the people who survive it, who usually manage to forget everyone who didn’t.)
