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Jan 31, 2010
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Crack To, Uncertainty.
Crack to, Uncertainty,
When did it start, war...beginning I mean,
form the edge of what might be seen.
what one, felt there was time for restraint,
as war mongers, prayed to their saint.
To begin with, we're not meant for regret,
all who have died we must never forget.
Reasons enough was our cry as they went,
now we give mounds on ground for no rent.
Why did it have to be there cold earth,
could not the war find some of less worth.
We are the ones with sad faces, all bleak,
all we need is a god, who can speak.
Time now goes slow, indifference begins,
some saying this fight was not our only sins.
Who will tell those souls who have died,
there still lives, the leaders who lied.
Men who find courage are still standing to,
dreams on hold for these resolute few.
Would we deny their triumphant parade,
Gratitude to late for some, I’m afraid.
Like hands under a broken watch face,
no one see's their time this place.
Applaud, do not berate for this sacrifice,
who but they can claim, to high a price.
To shadow box at mirror your feet in sand,
go toe to toe with a unique fighting command.
Winning through as and when they’d react,
some try claim honour, one’s glass is cracked.
— Roscoe Lane, Jan 31, 2010
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Critiques
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
some truly wonderful imagery
Roscoe Lane
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you