The Never Ending March

Our spirits, aching,
Feet sore and raw.
But still we keep on marching
Only to stop at dawn.

Our purposeless existence,
Serves us only
To march, on and on
For all eternity.

The war has ended,
Yet we are obliged
to march, for our sins.
Murderers in arms.

Every night, our appearance.
We fall into rank,
To continue this eternal
Restless life of dead souls.

We are not understood,
We did not want this.
Unwilling we were to die
Or even go to war.

Why are we punished?
When we are not
The ones who made
Suffering for all?

So on and on,
As eternity peaks,
We carry on our march,
Into the never ending dawn.

Melissa Tan
4G