Here

[jdmotion]

Here where hearts beat like drums, country to nations, a sight labeled

a dream. A call to arms when a fire burns through the people in a golden

stream. A horrid site we behold. The men with smiles on their faces

wait for a knife to enter their back. They pay with their lives for the

courage we lack.

 

Here where ignorance fuels emotion, a man holds a knife. He's ready to

kill those who challenge his devotion to a hollowed vision of life.

With his halo ready he swings the knife to the left. As heads roll a

corporation places its bet on what is left.

 

Here where those who gave their shirts of their back were taken because

they questioned the answers that were given as fact. Those elected to

fight, dropped the torch and lost their way in the middle of the night.

The future is fortold, a path set forth not in stone but in the minds

of those that will always conform.

 

Here at dawn many will tell the names of those that in the face of war

bled for what is right. Where a flower grows in the dust nursed by the

tears of those that in the shade found themselves lost, a vision in

gold gave hope to the bold and inspired those whose minds have yet to mold.

Edited June 17, 2007 by Mr. Jon

[Fishwings]

Here at dawn many will tell the names of those that in the face of war

bled for what is right. Where a flower grows in the dust nursed by the

tears of those that in the shade found themselves lost, a vision in

gold gave hope to the bold and inspired those whose minds have yet to mold.

 

... I LOVE this last line!

 

It's hands down beautiful, honest. <3

 

Your poem is flowing, powerful, and deep. Keep it up!

[AFriendlyFace]

It was a very moving poem about war and politics (at least that's what it sounded like to me).

 

Nice job