Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier
Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier…
(Apropos A Major Home to Bury A Son)
She saw sorrow sadness shadowing shield
Orbs of cataract visions veiled
In victorious battles of nothingness;
Told to think of the blessings bombings yield;
That tomorrow the town will rise and manage
If they not waste time pondering the collateral damage.
Once more and again, we are caught
Not between the rock and hard place,
But confused why we have again fought
For the freedom of yet another abused race;
Mr. President, I’ve done what you’ve taught;
I’ve bitten the bullet and spat out the bitter taste;
Now I shall be about that which I now must manage
That you and I not become the future collateral damage.
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