Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier

Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier…

(Apropos A Major Home to Bury A Son)

She saw sorrow sadness shadowing shield

Orbs of cataract visions veiled

In victorious battles of nothingness;

Told to think of the blessings bombings yield;

That tomorrow the town will rise and manage

If they not waste time pondering the collateral damage.

Once more and again, we are caught

Not between the rock and hard place,

But confused why we have again fought

For the freedom of yet another abused race;

Mr. President, I’ve done what you’ve taught;

I’ve bitten the bullet and spat out the bitter taste;

Now I shall be about that which I now must manage

That you and I not become the future collateral damage.