regret for Liberty

Imagine Liberty beneath the sea,

a daunting view of history; yet,
it was plain to those who foresaw

the predicted rise of the Atlantic thaw.

Her torch might only burn in glints of the sun,

in waterborne pollution, or dimly in
the craven rusts of a chemical-ed ocean;

 Oh! The great torch of Liberty
adorns cold-blood and mystery.

The warnings heeded by far too few, mindless

and those who slept genuinely knew, the sea grew

before the unbeliever’s too. Blindness

can be temporary or contrived,

for there were few if any that thrived  so much

as those whose Midas touch held black gold.

They grew not wise but simply bold, and

in legends that they retold, it was every one other

that stood in need of greater forgiveness—

but the deed has left us  with less, on a narrower strand,

dry land with deep  regret for Liberty,

lost and found ...beneath the sea.

Strumpet...

The whore in Iraq
sweet America used like
a street strumpet, abused
by men who did not love you
used for money

and they put you there
where virtue was a memory
where life was cheapened by lies
and death rained like mother's tears
after smoky bombs
and bullet filled air

and even now
as the years seem like minutes
so the dead are still lost to us
and oil still the price we pay
to the unborn who will freeze in strange heat
sweat in anomalous cold

breathe-in the folly of our age with
bitter tastes, as we fill their world with angers
their eyes with soot and burial ash

when memories like hatching eggs
bring the return of hatred, and
sands give back what we have sown
and time will own us; for the bonds
of truth...are unbreakable.




!0th Anniversary of the Iraq War ... hdm