Shadow Soldiers on Parade

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Shadow Soldiers on Parade

In endless quest we sought seclusions peace                          	John G. Lawless
hiding in the mystery of a strength always thought weak		6/19/2014
and so denied the hero the still of death’s parade			Sestina
waved surrender’s handkerchiefs to fill his empty grave
relied upon the charity of victory’s feeble thrill
struggling to rise above fresh bloodied horror’s sound.

Relentlessly the ears decry the loneliness of empty sound
as furtive eyes no future seek in fear of war, in fear of peace,
the agony of their disgrace, the joy of living without thrill
they know they’re strong, they know they’re weak
for somehow evading battles grave
to march in fiction’s harsh parade.

Solemnly on hush of wind, wars ghosts, in shadow on parade
march to history’s retold lies, leave no footprints, make no sound
for they will not resign their fate to earthen shell of shallow grave
nor will they let it slip behind the fragile wall of unearned peace
returning to a world in which we are  perceived as weak
malign them with contrived disdain, condemn their sacrifice as thrill.

Podiums will hail the cause, cheering crowds create a thrill,
rolling drums will precede taps, politicians will parade,
orators with fiery words that make us neither strong nor weak
echoing across dead ears jaundiced by the painful sound
of promises that never are the troubadours of peace
and fall, as soldiers fall, alone upon a grave.

Newsmen mumble, double talk, of situations grave
amusement parks entice us with a death defying thrill
fire crackers, waving flags, noise to celebrate a peace
heads will bow when passing by war’s endless parade
the young will even shed a tear at taps lamenting sound
grit their teeth and know that honor’s tears don’t make us weak.

For freedom is the resting place for the bravest of the weak
who stand in freedom’s honor when the threat is grave
and rally to defend her, to keep her promise sound
not seeking to be heroes, nor the deception of war’s thrill
just honoring the memory of those still on parade
knowing there’s no solace in seclusions peace.

At heart we know that all are weak, that war is not a thrill
that those who fill the graves are shadow soldiers on parade
that the melancholy trumpet sound is the exhaled breath of peace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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  1. Date: 6/20/2014 1:59:00 PM
    intense and well scribed.. you give honor a lofty essence,john... huggs

  1. Date: 6/19/2014 9:29:00 PM
    I agree, this is deep, rich in thought and truth. Well done!! !!

  1. Date: 6/19/2014 8:54:00 PM
    So true. great write, the last 3 lines are fantastic!