Protagonists
can so easily vindicate an antagonist
on the
primetime television news,
while
announcing the death of thousands
without
shedding a tear;
but I will
fall-in behind another guidon.
Our bugle
cry is silent,
yet we still
shed tears for the fallen
while
keeping hope for the enemy.
Hope not for
their peaceful submission,
but for our
complete surrender
thinking
violent vengeance is the only solution.
Hope that
our leaders will look
into the
faces of the dead
and find not
reconciliation but regret.
Hope that a
yellow ribbon will
symbolize
the liberty of freedom of equality
through
universal protection from bullet and bomb.
Hope that
the granite
standing
ready
to bear the
names of the dead
will no
longer be needed,
and that the
bugler forgets his sad song.
Our parents
didn’t teach us all to fight;
tonight, if
but a few
can stretch
the bounds of imagination,
to reach out
an unarmed loving hand to all,
all shall
not be lost.
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