We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Winners or losers,
Did not care.
In the dark
They could not see
Who had gained
The victory.
It's about the casualties of war. The soldiers die for victory, while the politicians sit back and triumph
Are you saying that winners are better? Because the way i see it is that this poem is about how it doesnt matter who wins or loses
Death removes all earthly distinctions between who is whom. All are equal in the eyes of death.
Dude, this is sad, and depressing, I mean i'm trying not a hate, but I hate it -_- but I'm using this for my project 'cause how sad this is; 3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is the great equalizer. The rabid, rugged reality is that both winners and losers die. Yet winners continue to live because others learn to win by studying their legacy. Never face life with fatalism simply because we all shall die. Live like the winner that you are today and every day!