The Final Farewell (Last Piece Of Writing For Life) Poem by Samah Khan

This poem will be the last piece of writing I will ever compose... my inadequacy and consequent failure in this field have left me without hope for the future..so this is my 'Farewell' ode

Give up sweet child, the fight is lost
Your blood and bones are strewn across the battlefield
You gave your all, but ‘twas too small,
Your body was done, your soul did yield.
Give up, my darling, the darkness has won
And there’s no light to guide you home again-
You’ve been routed to the very edge of the world
You’ve found a comrade in hatred, and made a foe of each friend.
Give up, little one, you’re talentless, unskilled,
Your body is weak and your blood is impure
Your fortune is fortuneless, your life, lifeless
Your ailments are beyond human cure.
Give up your weapons, your few accouterments,
Your designs from war are of no use-
Give up what you loved and who you loved-
Show your white flag, call it a truce.
Give way to the starless night, turn away from the sun-
Give up on all that’s holy and true-
Sweet thing, ‘tis true God’s for everyone
But rest assured, God’s not for you