© 2003 By: JD Collins
for Kathy
In 64
We went to war
America’s son
And its daughter.
And we steeled true
We brave few
Who seen it through
In all the seasons
Of disorder
No clear sides
In a raging tide
No flags unfurled
In battle cries.
No time to rue
Or to flutter
By day unseen
The enemy schemes
Waiting the strike
By cover of night
No rest, no truce
Never any quarter
Then slipping away
‘fore break of day
Dawn’s eerie peace
greets the slaughter
With harrowing bursts
told in endless verses
of screaming curses
Gone the gentle hue
of laughter
No saving graces
from fading traces
of forgotten faces
Lost from view
In disaster
No steeles of stones
Contain the groans
Which echoes blew
Faster louder and
Stronger
Only whispered regrets
of ragged prophets
When no one’s left to laud her.
Dean of RPPS
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