Graffiti in the Anbar District

Remember me
That is not a question
It is a command
At the very least
It is something
That I implore
For when I am gone
I am gone
For when I am dead
I am dead
This generation
The next generation
And the generation
That came before me
They will remember
As must you
For when I am through
I am through
When I no longer write
No longer will you read
Anything new
Let the old ideals
Spark the new ideas
And the new ideas
Bring the change
We all desire
Feet to the fire
Your ire to the flames
You are challenged
All life is The Game
Each piece has its place
Each place has its time