Death Shroud
News from Afghanistan places you
in an emotional killing zone.
And you try to escape from the grief
that threatens to turn your heart to stone.
You seek a panacea that'll
alleviate or abolish pain.
And desperate to find happiness,
you take a walk down memory lane.
Pain resonates in your broken heart,
rekindling the side effects of hurt.
And you stand at his burial plot
with sad tears and a handful of dirt.
Mother earth takes him to Her bosom,
and a bleeding sun grieves for your loss.
For this dreamer will waken no more,
buried in home soil, under a cross.
The sin of taking another's life
stained his soul in the name of world peace.
And heartbroken, tattered, and destroyed,
you believe the tears will never cease.
Laid out with military honors,
rifles salute, as Death stands proud.
For though a bullet ended his life,
a politician wove his death shroud.
(Quatrain)
5/20/2017
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