Grave Diggers

A spade has broken into ground
Where my country once grew seed.
Indignation scattered
As now the soil will bleed.


Where once our heritage so noble
Foundations solid home
Has now been made a ghetto
As rage consumes we groan.

This hole was dug in plain view
Naivety we're blind
To kiss the silver serpent
We pledge him all our minds.

Our future and our children
Not doing what was best.
Right before our very souls
This grave awaits we jest.

A name we give and shovel
Another full we throw.
Scatter it around the hole
And mound in awe it grows.

Soon it will be filled with
A casket called OUR COUNTRY.
A mourning unimagined.
For draped complacency.

SadieLu 2/23/2009

Thank you CY, I shared this at my reading. There were several vets that shared an amen.

Would love to hear you read it.

thanks

I've heard the softness in her voice,, it sings to you

we have not talked in too long..we must

Yes lovely,, we must,, i have so much to share with you...

I will drop a note soon

I've heard her voice too.

I haven't heard her voice...but it speaks to our souls

kind..aw shucks

waiting

delivered

smile

I dance with you lovely

Breath taking is it not