The Die Has Been Cast
Drawn by the sirens of death,
like a month to an open flame.
Weapon in hand, yet no ones
to blame.
Thoughts of better times past,
the bitter taste of despair in
which all is lost at last.
The glories fight is over,
the die has been cast.
In a split second,
no feast or fast,
just dust to dust,
and peace at last.
Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002
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