memorial day…

there can be
no
doubt
that 
we
walk on graves
fallen souls
beneath
our feet
sons
of
many lands
all
who died
for
one nation
but
that nation
has forgotten
not only
their
names
and
places
of
birth
but
that
deep
bone marrow
of
belief
that held them up
in
battle
when death
was
so apparent
they
would not
surrender
nor
forsake
freedom’s cause
unlike
those who walk
in
marble halls
of
congress
with
marble
so thick
that
the bones
of
the dead
cannot be felt
nor
disrupt
a traitor’s
quest
for
power
would be
that
the dead
could arise
and
once again
defend
the
why
some
chose
to
die

 

 

 

this memorial day…

take time
to
look
into
the eyes
of
the dead
see
the person
the
father
mother
grandparent
and
child
who died
for
the political ego
of
a madman
you
needn’t
look
far
the bodies
are
all around you
in
refrigerated trucks
or
lying
in
basement
or
makeshift morgues
but
you may
need
to
pry
the eyes
open

 

so common it disappears…

why do the drums
of wars
still beat
when
so many souls
lie
at
our feet
is it that
the drummer
cannot see
that death
has come
to
you and me
or
are the beats
i hear
a mother’s heart
in fear
that
war
will once again
fill
the nave
as
another child
is placed
into
a grave