Nothing Left
The war has passed, the battle was fought,
One man remained, one without a thought.
The wise man stands alone in the battered dust.
Came back from the world of the dead,
Remorse, grief, sorrow be in his old head:
To death his people he had lead.
He has no more glorious and grand army,
He has no one to keep him company.
Copyright © Thomas Kovacs | Year Posted 2006
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