NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN
But once a year
out of obscurity glory flares
in decisive moments every year
far from where bullets tore at the fabric
flags are hoisted high
to a grave whisper of tattered dreams.
No questions asked of why,
better to do and die.
Then the fabric is once more re-stitched
at small shrines again
tributes dusted down, candles lit
trying to make some sense of it,
why wars can always be justified.
We mumble to our inner selves
Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory
our men.
raypool
Fri 15th Nov 2019 20:43
Indeed, Po. Perhaps horror is the thing we fear most and keep on repeating it. That seems bizarre I know but we kill what we fear don't we? At the present time people are afraid of being overwhelmed by the unknown and social instability. The politicians will sort it out no doubt.
Ray