All Too Many Hallowed Battle Grounds

The struggle is not between East and west or Worst and best, but lies On a far more slippery slope Connecting the cold dark, canopy of night With the light of hope. The battle rages Throughout the ages Like wild fire burning Grass and trees below Mother Earth’s sky blue breeze – Flames flickering in the shadows Surrounding you and me: Democracy Appears to be languishing Between Her majestic beginnings And dismal demise All the while mask faced puppeteers Pull the people’s strings And blow oceans full of smoke Before their naked eyes Too numb and dumb to question who or What or why. As they go the way of Persia, Egypt, Greece and Rome – Lost in greed and glory Forgetting God and home: Foundation of freedom, Liberty and dreams of higher realms Where enlightened men once Stood taller than eagles dare And cast their hope filled spell Very nearly everywhere People cried, forsaken, died while The hands of sweet Liberty lifted them up And filled their cups With more than blood, deceit and sorrow – As some gave all they had to give For a brave new world tomorrow. What shall we say to those Whose ghosts still walk Those all too many hallowed battle grounds? Will we curse their names to oblivion and shame Until not a trace is found Or will we instead, invoke the dead And turn democracy around?