Perspectives
In righteous fury, she stands alone
her children unaided to war
while worldly fellows do protest
amidst crimson streams of blood
care not, her passionate cries of pain
on grit of dust and sand
for glory follows this wickedly chore
in honor borne through task.
In ignorant bliss he walks without fear
his sons unguided must fight
deaf to dissent, protests hushed
fallacious zeal, bravery be told
wandering forth with distain and pride
broken dreams scattered as dirt
comforting whimsy he reclines in thought
children gone lost and scared.
In paralyzed fear mother stands grieving
her children unloved return
flag draped coffins parade in solemn respect
innocence stolen by force
beneath cold azure skies caskets interred
sorrowful eyes frozen in time
mere words cannot condole this young life
no recompense made to suffice.
In anger and silence they share pity
this man though damaged, lives
together they reminisce with pride
His sworn duty now complete
gone are their fears of death and loss
with the living he shall trek
the child they cherish so, lays breathing
Yet he’ll never walk again
Copyright © Michael Santner | Year Posted 2005
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