twins, Afghanistan and everyday heroes

Daylight.
Another day of conquer and survival.

The animal farm is awakening.
The American President has spoken,
brings
the vicissitudes and fortunes of war
to the head of the class
at West Point.
Thirty thousand troops are fated statistics
to enter Afghanistan,  the legendary empire killer,
Republican war chiefs
are happy as a lark and the people who
believed in some kind of hero for the people
are left much to their own chagrin, we'll see says
history, ever and often repeated.

A grandfather writes a poem:

"Two tiny heartbeats
Dissolved back into
their source.
Return as tears
streaming down
a grandfather's face."

His son and wife were expecting twins.

How many times can every-day hearts be broken?

My Californian friend, the x-monk
says he's glad he lives in America and doesn't
live in Oakland, where Dem. Congresswoman Lee stumbles
over her own words, a victim of grammatical assassins when
she is interviewed
by Anderson Cooper on CNN, and Rep. Dennis Kucinich spoke
to MSNBC, always a light in the forest, where no one can see
the trees.

Bodies will be returning in black bags,
badges of courage,
more bombs and legions of fatherless and motherless children
will vow vengeance, and nothing has changed any one's
way of life... the Taliban will live inside caves to see another day,
America will lose her own self-respect for the truth was never ours.

the sound of one heart breaking
fills the ocean
with waves

the grandfather says:

"Life breaks all hearts.
Everywhere I look.........heroes.

It's late in Ohio.......tomorrow's commin."

Yes.  Life always answers:  Yes!

Today is already here, newborn suckling pigs.