Why did I Die

One year of the Ukrainian / Russian war. Paying tribute to soldiers sacrifices attained while concurring another land

In war, there is no noble death,

Just pain and sorrow with each breath.

I perished in a tragic way,

No bravery or courage on display.

 

My body, once whole, now torn apart,

A lifeless piece of burned-up art.

I cry and scream, but no one hears,

No one to soothe my dying fears.

 

My dreams and hopes now left behind,

To sacrifice for stupid pride

No chance to live to dream or love

No chance to say a last goodbye

 

What was the purpose of this fight,

That robbed me of my chance at life?

Why did I have to pay the price,

And be statistic in their dice?

 

My death was senseless, cruel and grim

My mind now lost, my light grows dim

My heart now aches with this regret,

As I leave this world with much unsaid

 

I now died….

 

Alla Antsis

February 24, 2023

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

War is hell on earth. But as long as there are those willing to die to take what others have, there must be those willing to die to defend it from the takers. For evil to triumph does not require that good men should become evil. It only requires that good men should do nothing. I am thankful for those who stand in the breach every day; the police officers, the firefighters, the soldiers and the first responders, protecting our lives with their own so we might enjoy the freedom and happiness of life and liberty.

[Alla Antsis]

You said it right, Fabian! It only requires that good men should do nothing....Thank you for your comments

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I never could tolerate a bully. I spent my youth getting into fights because of my zero tolerance policy. My old brother said to me once, It doesn't bother me when you want to pick fights with guys bigger than you. It bothers me when you pick fights with guys bigger than ME. (laughing) But to be honest, I never picked a fight. I just took on the big guy for the little guy who was afraid to stick up for himself. If you only knew how many times I've heard the line, "Yeah, so what are YOU going to do about it?" That's the line that always precedes them bleeding from the nose or getting tackled to the ground. I got my butt kicked about half the time but I didn't care. I was the youngest of four brothers. Nothing new to me. And the word got around...see that guy...he will fight anybody...anytime...you'd be better off tangling with a bobcat. (laughing) I got expelled a few times from school; threatened by my WWII Navy father with "reform school". But I told him, if I see a big kid picking on a smaller kid I'm going to fight. Dad just shook his head. And I grew up and grew old but I'd still fight the bully for the underdog. Problem is, they don't fight anymore, they just pull guns and shoot.

[Alla Antsis]

So true, Fabian. People with guns make decisions today…fastest way to gain is by bullying / killing / extortion / kidnapping…. Anything goes in the unfair world. “the fight is fixed”

[John the Baptist]

This one captures the brutality and futility of war very well. All the deaths in the Ukraine war are tragic, but one cannot help but feel a special pain for the Russian youth who were drafted and then sent into battle with little training to become cannon fodder to draw Ukrainian fire, which betrayed their locations to the Russian gunners.

[Alla Antsis]

John, thank you for your response. Many will stay away from commenting on the emotional even gruesome images but this is precisely what I intended…Russian / Ukrainian or as any other solder should not be send to be killed. PERIOD!