The silent cenotaph stands alone in the morning cold
A moving Easter bunny tribute to a nameless soul
Shadow warriors of all sides perish as humans
They followed their ragged road like ghosts
For the sake of a master or an ideal of their own
Wrong or right no longer matters
But the pain of the loss remains on the shoulder
Of the next of kin left on the road of bereavement
Peace will come in the end among the overlords
No matter the side they were on
The dead soldiers will be numbers…
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery