marching
left..steps in uniformdust begins to rise
reflection from the sun blinds our eyes
face untainted..unaware and calm
right...feet barely seen now
dust has formed a cloud
a million in uniform looking like a shroud
marching toward the sun
left...it can only be heard
the dust settling now,
the shroud has embarked on its self righteous journey
uncovering the destruction beneath
right...is it right?
who determines if it is a righteous fight?
why move toward the sun
when the real gold is what it shines on
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-12 at 01:42
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