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Dear Poet...

...when I think of the soldiers packing gear, their guns silent, tanks still, standing at the ready, eyes moist with liberation and grief, hands wrung their last, I think of them gleaming, striding away from the savagery, the dying, the defeated, the triumphant... colorless stench.

When I see them marching out, freed of the difficult sand, I imagine that black soldiers are most anxious for home, valling for the stretch of time to witness their history, onlooker to human hope instead of war’s gangling limbs stacked like firewood on streets smothered in suffering.

When I think of all of the soldiers coming home shipped in those god-awful frowning boxes, I try to imagine their loved and beautiful faces, but their smiles float away from who they were. What a sad and ghastly testament of their use.

Dear Poet,
May your use, your words paint upon this, grant us reprieve from an unfavorable history. Free our hearts and our minds of horrid combat, for war is the chain that has enslaved us all.


© 2008 mrp/tpm

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  1. Thank you poet for a year of inspiration and powerful, stirring words! We appreciate your muse and encourage your music to justice...Peace MandT & Bodhi Dog

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  2. And A Merry Xmas coming your way

    Oh wait - its here!

    Full of good will and plenty of cheer, we thus prepare for the New Year!

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  3. Merry Everything, Mark. I hope you had a good day.

    Thanks for enriching the world in blogging with your Muse's tireless voice for Peace.

    Gina

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  4. Wow!
    You changed your template when I wasn't looking! Nice work. I like this a lot. The chains being painted gold hits me good. Best!

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  5. Great post.
    And it's good to see an artwork by my friend Pawel Kuczynski

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  6. Thank you all so much. This particular thread dropped off my radar, so to speak. Rest assured I appreciate all of your comments.

    Peace...

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