Friday, December 09, 2005

The import of questions

I do not have all the answers.

But I do have questions.

And without the right questions

there can be no hope.

Copyright 2005 by Mark Leon Winegar

Sunday, December 04, 2005

The True Price of Fear

The True Price of Fear

2,127 soldiers have gone on ahead of us
crossing over into that blazing bright light
they will be buried beneath a war torn sun
leaving behind men, women and children
who thought they would be coming home
instead they will become faceless names
engraved onto white limestone grave markers
lined up in death uniformly
silence is their heaven now
a place where there will be no more guns,
suicide bombers,
direct orders.
as that clump of dirt hits their coffin
the circle of life will breathe on
green grass will grow over their place in the sun
red, gold and brown leaves will swirl
crestfallen snow will be their winter carpet
summer storms will roll on by
a lone soul pays one of them a visit
leaving behind thunderstruck grief-stricken tears
that only they will be aware of
finding no solace in hugging a cold stone
no condolence will be enough for
bush’s will be done.
the heartbroken soul fades away
into the distance of their life
all because we allowed fear
into our vocabulary classifying
it as a new right.

g.a.meeder, ©2005®

Lost Hills Road

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