One More War
He carries like a fresh, still itching scar
a neatly trimmed mustache, a remnant
of the burdensome beard of a mad war;
he scrapes away the debris in his memory,
rediscovers, regains his childhood faith,
a long-forgotten, but faintly felt reverie;
it's like hardened molten rock now, unidentifiable,
it's as crude as a splash of cold iron slag,
yet, it's there, his faith, enduring, undeniable;
and seems to him in this metropolis of peace,
where everyone fights cruel, capitalistic battles,
his faith keeps him safe, his mind at ease.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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