Something I wrote as part of a script writing exercise today:

"They wept when you told them why you had to go

They wept as you kissed them goodbye with nary a glance

They wept as they waved by the wayside

They wept when you marched gaily off to war.

They wept when they read your letters home so full of hope and vitality.

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

Lying here alone in the cold?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

as your once shining armour rusts in the rain?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

as the warm flesh rots slowly from your bones?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

As you lay gasping your final breath?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier?

As those around you were destroyed in a blink of an eye?

No one will weep in the army tents

As they play at being generals in times of war

No one will weep in the hospitals

As they struggle with so many victims of war

No one will weep in the alleyways

Where those abandoned by their masters struggle to survive

No one will weep in the corridors of power

As they move armies across the map like pawns in a chess game

Safe in their marbled luxury.

No one will weep for you now, young soldier

Gone and long forgotten,

One figure in the casulties of war

No one will weep for you now."

copyright: Angelia Ong