Okay, here we go with my first attempt at ReadWritePoem. The subject is sacrifice. Now what area of sacrifice should I cover? History is full of sacrificial lambs, and heroes, and those who toiled for a common good.
But sacrifice is more than this. It is more than the memories of history. It is more than a definite decision to do this or that. For sacrifice, it its most common form, is quite simply living. This is what I mean:
Sacrifice, that noble cause,
it’s a thing to make us pause;
Historic deeds, we know so well,
soldiers and saints don’t go to hell;
We do it for friends without a thought;
We do it for country, I can report;
We do it for work, we can’t deny;
We do it for love, it makes us so high;
We do it for children, young and pure;
We do it for God, when we’re sure;
And when we’re done, there’s nothing left, that’s true;
But does it matter? I ask of you;
Sacrifice. It’s what we do.
© Anthony North, February 2008
This is a poem inspired by a ReadWritePoem prompt. Have you had a go yet?
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