mighty conquerors
we vanquish and liberate
in the name of right
patriotic, strong and proud
valiantly, we risk our lives
the stalwart oppressed
we defend against tyrants
for our way of life
patriotic, strong and proud
bravely, we pay with our lives
the green battleground
knows nothing of boundaries
or of right or wrong
the meadow never laments
equally draws nutrients
My ribcage is a battleground
Echoing with footsteps and the sound
Of soldiers in armour, soldiers in anguish
Rumors of you, as I turn into ashes
she screamed into the camera
and became a voice of millions
someone called her a child of wealth
while someone called her fury fake
it all came from the mouth of an ill man
who would sit on his porch, almost at the death door
for how long should a fool ignore, the capitalism and greed?
he lost his shame when he started talking about her body
can a woman do something without being sexualized?
she sailed through the ocean to confess her anger
maybe the world needs more angry women
since a men can only talk about sex
when the floodwater rises, so does his fists
when the drought hits, his anger reaches peak
he needs someone weak to prove he is still a man
thus hiding violence under cover of crisis
stray dogs and wolves howl
crows swarm through smoke-choked skies ~
lights shut in shadows?
Knocking on doors, people to meet,
house after house, street after street,
keeping going, day after day,
whatever polls or trolls might say,
there's not much time for resting feet.
Car park selfies, the meet and greet,
sharing stickers and printed sheets,
no time to waste, there’s no delay,
knocking on doors.
Sunshine, showers, rinse then repeat,
change is never an easy feat,
when the future is all in play,
but we’ll turn corners, come what may,
walking, talking, to win this seat,
knocking on doors.
He fell as he retreated
from war’s last battleground
Stray bullet lodged beneath his brain
ghostly whispers in the rain…
Never again will rooster crow
for him the morning will not know
Never again to feel the love
of wife or baby boy
Once a year to be feted
though never to know joy
Hundreds of dead soldiers lay
on the area of conflict
while wounded ones are being
carried off the field.
The wind is howling like a massive storm inside.
Can’t let it out, can’t hold it in.
Yes, I am fed up but don’t know how to flush it out.
Like I am entangled in the chocking ropes.
I know, it’s a difficult journey, I have to deal with it.
The fear is killing me, though I am sure I'll live it up.
I am sinking from dawn till shuddering dusk.
The result would scare me or would it be a good luck?
I turn around to see my hopeful beloved family,
Their love, their faith further scares me!
If I don’t make it! Would everything go away?
Yes, it scares…...I feel I am about to fray!
I am strolling in dark, maybe I will fall someday.
I wonder what will go away and what will stay!
Maybe I am finished, may be on cloud nine.
I worked hard; the success should be mine!
Every thing seems so lifeless and hollow.
Do you feel the vacuum around, which might swallow!
I want to be positive; I want to touch the stars.
For every dedicated student, I want to leave a mark.
I know this isn’t the end, lot more to go.
Lots of happy moments are waiting in a row!
Lots more to achieve, lots more to show.
STILL, why this heart thumps and why am I following the dark shadow!
The hurt -
All encompassing and consuming.
The pain -
Sharp, with deadly accuracy.
The fear -
So deep into the core of the soul.
The stress –
Simply mind bending.
The rage –
With animalistic aggression.
The anger –
Always bitter and blinding.
The sentence –
Fragmented and senseless.
The words –
But a blur in the mind.
The fight –
Near the white flag.
The hope –
Shattered.
The reality –
Sucks.
The corner –
Turned.
She pushed aside the hurt.
She brushed away the pain.
She stood up to the fear.
She quieted the stress.
She squashed the rage.
She eased the anger.
She restructured the sentence.
She found the words.
She fought the fight.
She regained the hope.
Her reality became livable.
She turned the corner –
Again.
Written by: Debbi Fry 10/28/08
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