A Soldier's Fall
I slip through the dark, sleek, lank and lean
shadowed, haze gray, red, white, blue unseen
'neath the faint light of distant moonbeam.
I creep cross the meadows, sands and moors
traversing streets and empty stores
unrecognized at your once open door.
I scan the horizon black and bleak
rest and comfort for a moment I seek
but all is want and need I meet.
I fought for you in foreign and domestic wars
freedom came and passed yet was abhorred
profit was the desire you fought for.
I am the life easily sacrificed for greater good
you claimed freedom was all for which you stood
while you took and benefited all you could.
I was a soldier strong, patriotic, brave
fighting for family, country and those enslaved
but now you barely tend my grave.
You look the other way taking freedoms away
and as I closed my eyes at the end of my days
you slipped into politics as a game you must play.
What was the point of being victor
when the world sought only peace as you just got richer
past histories should have been more accurate predictors.
A nation, no, a world on the edge of time
should live by reason, honesty and hope, not policy undefined
tyrant, dictator, oligarchy, monarchy rarely are benign
They send soldiers, volunteers, believers into the fire
to satisfy their own hidden desires
and the people quietly sink into quagmire.
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