Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Hand Crafted Soldier

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:

Fred said...

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

Randy Sturridge said...

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.