Remember The Dead

The gravel path leads to the serene land,
The distant road covered with ancient sand,
The old boulders transformed into weathering rocks,
Amidst this scenery, they sleep and mock..

The musician in the corner sings his tunes,
His only audience--the silently eroding dunes,
Famous in his country in the remote past,
But his music did, as long as his life, last.

The poet at the right echoes his verses,
With the shadowy, nameless he wryly converses,
Criticized in his life, Forgotten on his death,
If only..you could hear his tranquil breath.

The grave soldier lies among the decaying flowers,
Contemplating quietly on his forgotten powers,
Lived in pain, Fought in vain,
Now, Staring at the chaotic world with disdain.

The somber doctor peers through dusty glasses,
Once a benevolent God for the ailing masses,
His patients lost in world, work lost in time,
Now, Reflecting softly on his selfless crimes.

The dead lie here, professions no bar,
Sand fills up in their wounded scars,
Uphold their humble messages, the silence they said,
Oh foolish world…revive the bygone dead...