jogs my memories of a
gentler time when images
of hate were buried in the
fields of our great wars...
a chilling reminder of the
histories guiding our future
and the males and females
who sacrificed their beliefs
and fortunes by laying down
their bodies in protest and
woith the ultimate sacrifice...
a discovery of awareness
buried in the ash piles of the
dead provides evidence
of unintended consequences,
we all experience when our
daily prayers are offered
at the altar of success...
a wary remnant of like-
minded souls who have
vanished in the winds,
leaving behind the bastard
children of their youth...
a filed experiment repeated
time and again as our new
generations take exception,
refusing to honor the past
relying instead on the rhythms
of a cool morning stillness.
22 October 2021
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