Honor

04/22/2011 11:29

With bloody fists and a swollen eye,

The soldier looked up, grazing the sky,

Honoring all who lost their lives,

thinking of all the guns and lies.

 

With one stiff movement, he sinks to his knees

A steady, dead wind blows through the trees

Hands outstretched, he touches the sun...

Excepting the Fact:

The War is Won.