Wide Awake

where do the verses lie when chaos calls?
where does poetry pose its potent graces?
shall we wave our flags till freedom falls
or shall we be humbled and save our faces?
shall my sleeve hide longer what arms need not
or leave the coals there piping hot?
shall we fan the fires with our flags waving
or is it our tombs that we re but engraving?



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-29 at 22:28

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written. The classic conundrum fight or flight, and individual choice rarely made rationally or without passion.

Thanks for this, more food for thought.

Joe
2011-04-30


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
You have a unique use of rhyme and structure - and a new definition of poetry. I like this poem.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-29