Heroes Slip Away
How soon the heroes daughters and sons
lost in the morning shadow run
of a distant and clouded sun;
all the dreams that survive
are mere nightmares still alive
of what we once contrived
for America and freedom cries.
Names engraved upon a wall
tombstones for the bodies laid low as they fall
and the spirits that live in history squalls;
come home dear hearts
where those left behind survive at the start
in forgotten memories that fall apart
of America and freedom to impart.
Who is left today?
Power players and football stars at play
made weathy and famous in their shadowed way
long since faded bliss
in coming home celebrations, only hers and his
of what a hero really is
of America and freedoms quiz.
Where are those heroes today
the men and women of yesterday
left behind in congressional power plays
folding over the blanket of constitutional truths
to lie and coverups of what we say to youth
in our living and our dying blues
of America and freedom views.
Quietly forgotten heroes bear the cross,
with names and the nameless loss
of the war and some hidden cause
of freedom escaping at the gates scrutinized;
pandered away for lack of compromise
exposed in the tears of innocents chastized
of America and freedom as it slowly dies.
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