The Silver-Haired Generals
Silver-haired generals
gather to tell us why;
yet they skip questions – salute
into the TV camera.
Mother askes:
“Who are these silver-haired gentlemen
wearing a uniform similar to your brothers?
“They are the Country Mom”, I say,
they are the men that appropriate
the exact number of body bags
so that there is never any waste,
for that would be a waste wouldn’t it mom”?
Mother nods then shakes her head,
as if trying to understand.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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