Peace
Men have fought and died,
to protect its notions;
a paradox for sure,
when you consider the cost.
It is the footprint of
the American Chicken;
yet people are
proud
and, people shout:
it's peace we want!
can't you see?
But it's not their sons,
their families that lose
their lives.
It's not their families that are
breathing
their last breaths.
No,
they stay home;
secure in their secureness.
They rally around,
a notion that can't work.
Won't work.
Then they all come back,
to where they started:
men fighting and dying,
and dying and fighting.
Copyright © Travis Borrego | Year Posted 2008
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