Pens and Swords
We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly
our unflinching eyebrows.
We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers;
we who bundle the truth up-tight,
we war poets that never served
demand respect.
Some world weary solders
even claim they buried God
in a foreign field. “How sad” we say
and pray for those of such little faith.
We untested poets
simply ask that those in uniform
honor our literary efforts,
and try hard not to always see us
as firing pen, and paper ammunition,
at the foe,
while they laugh fit to bust.
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