And liftingour eyes
from trenches andmud,
frombullets andblood,
we askwhatmustwe do
so gains arenot lost,
nor lessons unlearned,
and the dead robbedof life yet again.
Whatcan bedone?Whatmustwedo?
N
o answer comes, but hope.
No guarantee but vision.
Noway forward, but the promise of youth.
No choice tomake except tounderstand andbeunderstood.
Tomeet, tobond, to share in theworldbeyondourwalls.
