Uniform planted with a fallen soldier from another war.
Sword turned to word then sharpened by daily share.
Battles lost without knowing made the enemy clear.
Armies of nobodies rising forth from under debris.
Spilling marks land mines drilled for all us to see.
Green camouflaged nothing as gold turned dust.
Soldiers became poets to say what they must.
Trumpeters blowing in sung about winds.
Flowers forgotten rise to make mend.
The Change kept right on coming.
Now it knocks on the door.
It will not be ignored.
No hiding, no more.
Take time to hear.
For all our sakes.
Please Hear.
Right here.
Hear.
No comments:
Post a Comment