Poetry

another cool bullet
to the head

a sudden death of
an American dream

the smart uniform
of a young officer

pressed and squared
sharp as a West Point salute

lay blood stained and crumpled
in a lifeless heap on a hospitals floor

the furious efforts of
heroic triage teams comes to naught

trust, respect and idealism
lay victim to an assassins whim

the dreams of another young patriot
prematurely commended to a cold grave

forevermore his body to moulder
returning to earths royal dust

an assassins work speaks
hard blatant truths

we somehow
refuse to hear

leave Afghanistan
to the Afghans

its time to leave
the ungodly places

that murder our dreams
and betray our children


Music Selection
Tom Jones
Green Green Grass of Home

Oakland
3/1/12
jbm