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EJ Hudak Poem Number Two
Moonchild I held him dying in my arms As he whispered hoarsely ‘Don’t let them forget; Remember me And show them how wrong That right can be.’ In a second he was gone His place removed From the table. No one would ever know His talents or how far His influence could have gone. Perhaps as a physician He would have healed thousands. As an agrarian wizard He might have spared Biafra Those swollen stomachs. He could have found the True God, But like billions before him He was sacrificed By the manipulators of destiny: The Apache chiefs on the hill, Braves dying. Generals in the command post, Platoons slaughtered. The Judas goat And always the 300 Spartans, The Light Brigade and Pickett’s Charge. The shield, to be protector, Or the death slab, And more await Packed in the pens of town and city Like so much cattle Awaiting the word of the manipulator Clothed in the worn-out Hole-ridden mantle of freedom And another handshake And another tear-stained kiss And another ‘We’re proud of you boy.’ And another ‘You’re doing a fine job. And another medal. And another flag And another and another and another ...
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