Monday, August 25, 2008

... and Rumors of War

Distant skies rumbling

with the drums of discord,

a call to battle unfurled into

the crackling airwaves; extolling

the Hero’s virtues.

His-story’s lesson lost in the

cracks of long forgotten gravestones

and a vision of peace weighted with

the tears of mothers, snuffed out, in the

ever swelling clamor of the war merchants.


Nathan said...

Once again, you've got it exactly. I love how you end the poem with "war merhchants." That's exactly it.

paisley said...

i cannot help but think about the battles being raged in our streets.. we may not call it war,, or count the dead.. but the battle rages on....