home Poem List next poem No Colors No Surrender Large target destruction's surely complete Such is control by our vision from the skies Whence we see pathways with ruins are replete Of large metal machines hoaned in war dies Yet this thoroughness does not retard will Entrenched in the minds of such infantry As have escaped from the battle field kill While retaining their sense of destiny Armies have not placed their flags on the ground Generals may have died their lonely death Still soldiers live whose directives abound If only within silent echoed breath Ringing as their mind's re-occurring thought Turn silence of some moment into war Thinking rhymes that without death come to naught Standing counterposed at progression's door Knowing that choice now quickly must be made When truth dangles like spiders in light wind Hanging with no moorings certainty's laid Such moorings as fate would seek to rescind Free speech is blending into blackballing Curious misinterpretation's word Justifying much moralized stalling Allowing conditions far too absurd (c)ERA 09:12 AM 4/11/03