My poem ‘Lady Annabelle’ in the San Diego Free Press :http://sandiegofreepress.org/2014/05/lady-annabelle/
Hundreds and thousands have met with gory end.
But we are standing tall with the God-send.
Scores of brave have been fallen in battle.
But we are the proud bearers of the mantle.
The mighty are risen and ready to cover.
The bold are on heavens’ wings and quietly hovered.
The guardians are severing the cord.
Serving protection with shield and sword.
We wait on bated breaths for the go-ahead.
We look around for permission for the word to be read.
Our lips tremble softly at the waving of the hand.
Our senses await the song to land.
Over thoughts join the procession in silent hum.
And the serenity flies over the sweet numb.
Our turn with the barton is respectfully declined.
And our seats at the show of shame is carefully reclined.
We offer to fight another day.
And ignore our part in the pendulum sway.
We have yet to shed the robes of our colorful hypocrisy.
But have accepted judgment as responsibility.
The evil within us has been renamed as normal.
And the stuff of swine is spray-painted with lovely informal.
The wrongdoing of us is now what we please.
As we look away from our inner disease.
My heart melts for the innocent casualties.
And I long to reinstate the formality.
The abomination of earth has been sorely amplified.
And is now subtly glorified.
I hear the eerie sound of the lost soul in the fog.
And the stifled cry of children being fed to the dogs.
I’ve seen the eyes of those stripped of airs and graces.
And the indifference of turned away faces.
My heart goes out to the pleasantly ignored fighters.
And the grieving hearts growing lighter.