When this moment, this now tortured moment
Wraps talons `round our grave limbs…
This day floats down.
When our breath is burdened
Of a heart grown weak of dread
From skies tight with fuming planes
And steel beams bending from the sun…
This day floats down.
When grenades are tossed like flowers
So blooms might flourish in darkness…
This day floats down.
When our country begs for silence
Imploring peace to come head high...
This day floats down.
O Memorial Day should rise up
Bring us to a new battle, invigorate
The sense for peace with man’s daughter.
All of our arrogant and glowing murder...
This day floats down.
© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
