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Peace is for sale
but
no one's buying.
(You're all alone.)
And you...
You who have moved mountains:
Move me.
Marine -
I fear for you.
Stoop down
and you'll get stepped on.
Stand tall
and you'll get shot at.
Those forests you once knew have
collapsed
into deserts around you.
They breathe in
restless secrets of home.
Bullets in your chest;
a knife in your back.
And yet you battle on
until their hearts are still
and then
battle some more;
calloused fists forced
towards
the sky.
Do not give up,
Marine.
I am here.
The willow dies
but roots will never leave.
I am here.
© 2008
Born again Pagan...and again...and again....  Halsey Alyn · Fri Sep 19, 2008 @ 08:12am · 0 Comments |
