Prisoner of war

catching a glimps of a memory through the window of the hut
an image of what was the memories of the blood shed of the battles that you won and lost
after the war....

Prisoner of war
standing with your number tattooed upon your flesh
you stand proud, no shame, tears fall
your ability too be, taken away

after the fires have gone out
your memory lives on after the war
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