Inheritance,

Remember to step carefully

On the wounded and the fallen,

So as not to

Further

Rub salt into their wounds.

Lest we forget

Due to our progress,

We the people of their future,

The sacrifice thus made

Overarches our contentment.

We are sorely touched

By that Winter Campaign.

They are all a distant

Resemblance of us.

We who are looking on,

Are the children of their invention.

Our present mingles well

With that stinging past, but,

Only if we tread our way carefully.

This is no longer their pathway

It is ours.

It was intended to provide our hope.

And was given because of desire.

And we are the fruits of such.

C2019 Christopher Thompson

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