We who cannot remember

We, who cannot remember,
shed tears of grief
for fallen peace
on the battlefield of the world.

We, who lost no-one,
in empathetic mourning
grieve with the grieving
in sentry guarding their hearts.

We, who see no nightmares,
but have unquiet sleep
and tainted dreams
share a world of unpeace.

We, who walk unaided,
but limp with unsmote wounds
on hard won crimson carpets
have learned little.