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| Randy Sturridge |
The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle is desolate inside
A thought will never pass through the hollow canvas of his eyes
Wars being fought while the distraught widows collapse at rueful news
Grief stricken sisters with sparkling teared eyes receive savage clues
A soldier has passed amongst his comrades with fear in his voice
Idly standing years before never really having a choice
The hand crafted solder propped up on the mantle doesn't get to say
The soldiers of passing wane good morrow as they ascend to heaven
We commandeer the fortunes and fears of future branded tyrants
Honoring bravery seems so savery if it were conveyed
The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle shakes his head in pity
We play the game of offering sweet lives ensuring only confusion
Lies beholden the shadows of congress and the moors of black leaders
Walking so carefully in the darkness to ensure they are safely shaded
The dogs of death wag their swift tails marking those so jaded
The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle salutes his fallen boys
Our country is playing in the large sandbox and soldiers are their toys
Moving the pieces of those they defeated and shuffling off lost hopes
Why don't we account for those in doubt as their voices chimed in votes
Is it not worth it to question the motive of the decisions that bind
The boys down the road now full grown in size are running with a gun
Running the rapids of America rivers shifted by great damns
The times are wicked as are the decisions made by government hands
The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle will see you all in hell
Striking the chord as lively as ever for the minions descend in hell
The judgement is now upon your good favor and it is time for dinner
The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle rings the dinner bell
The hand crafted soldier is smiling upon us in heaven and in hell.
2 comments:
Randy, really powerful piece. Sometimes you just have to get things out of your mind and out to the page, I get the sense this was one of those times for you, I could really feel it moving from line to line. I have to admit I had to begin again, I started it and couldn't get the idea of beer out of my mind, as in college we used to refer to our beers as soldiers, wooden, broken, wounded, MIA, etc... and I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so I had to reread. Glad I started over with a clear mind, this piece really needs full focus to appreciate. One of your best my friend, really good work here
Haha thank you sir. Funny that you say reference beer and college. My buddies and I use to reference beer as Meat, Sustenance, and Fuel. Those are times that I will never forgot. Four years of the most fun, and enlightening years of my life. Interesting that you had to re-read, trust me I had to rewrite. It was difficult to bring into the focus the underlying message I aimed to secure. I did, as you said, have to get this out. Thank you as always for providing much appreciated feedback. It is nice to see that I am not alone in my experiences...how we ended up as we have I haven't the slightest clue...but visionaries of a forgotten youth is a title I am keen on.
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