Truce
underneath a white tattered flag
rests and uneasy truce
unfurling over wounded hearts
and truth that was seduced
one more walking wounded
one more tourniquet
the battlefield left bloody
and it's not settled yet
but the flag waves in the breeze
over heavy artillery fire
as we crawl on our bellies
through all of this muck and mire
will we ever find the armistice
the peace on either side
do we live to fight another day
or will this all just die
the silence of the cease-fire
that spans on either end
as we reload our ammo
I break but do not bend
Copyright ©
Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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