Last Night I Went To War
Last Night I Went to War
Last Night I Went to War,
On an unknown battlefield known to secret soldiers clothed in shame and
disgrace,
Tongue speaking samurai,
Last night I went to war,
On an unknown battlefield with weapons of mass destruction,
God given warfare of a secret guild,
I went to war not against Iraq, but the spirit of blind fundamentalism,
Last night I went to war against an unknown enemy who torments me day and
night,
With a brother from old who I love dearly,
A brother of great courage and integrity,
Last Night I went to war against my father’s cancer and mother’s insomnia,
Last Night I went to war against my daughter’s fear of isolation and my
therapist’s impending neck surgery,
Last night I went to war for America and the freedom that it stands for,
And I’ve had many casualties,
I’ve heard voices telling me to drive off the road,
And I’ve felt dark forces rise up in my mind to steal the beauty of my
consciousness,
Last night I went to war for my nation,
A wondrous eagle, young and impetuous, righteous and misguided,
And I felt the strength of the cosmos well up within me and I knew for a moment
that God is real,
Last Night I went to war with a brother for life and longer for a 4 year old girl
tormented by the beauty of her own soul,
And It through me off track and now once again I sit confused and alone,
But look into her eyes I tell you and see the peace of freedom,
To look into her eyes I tell you and see the peace of a freedom that alludes me,
It’s worth it,
It’s worth every moment of torment,
For to look to that day,
That blessed day,
When all the Jews and Muslims and Buddhists and Hindus and Right Wing
Christians and Atheists and Agnostics and Liberals and Conservatives and
Blacks and Whites and Reds and Yellows and Communists and Murderers and
Terrorists and Infidels and Thieves and Saints Alike are all on the same side,
To look to that blessed day when all are one and we look to the enemy and
say “No not one Satan, YOU CAN’T HAVE EVEN ONE!”
To look to that blessed day I tell you, I am chosen beyond the dismal nature of
this moment.
To look to that blessed day I tell you, I am lifted high above to the mind of God
and know Joy,
I don’t care how many friends I lose or loved one’s turn against me, I will keep
fighting.
I will keep fighting in unseen battlefields,
Until all are one.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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