I was once your enemy;
The fates of war
Placed us on opp’site sides —
We had our pride.
We had a cause,
We gave not pause –
Our cause was just –
To fight we must.
Sure those in power
Were not always right,
But many focused
For loved ones to fight.
The many fallen,
The dead, the suffering,
The broken hearts,
The shrapnel puncturing …
The refugees,
The enemy aliens,
The lost, the forgotten;
The orphans taken in.
And then it ends;
We pick up the pieces.
We must forgive,
Or hatred increases.
In the end, the good will win,
Despite our many, varied sins.
And in every conflict, however grave,
If we want the same, we must forgive.
(Memorial Day, 2016)
clarakatalin 
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