When then there was glory
I read those words in books
saw pictures of all of them
all of the men
that ‘sacrificed their lives’
for the common good
for liberty and justice
These are the words I read
the pictures I was given to look at.
Funny, when I remember
people standing righteous
on the White House lawn,
on university bridges,
in simple American towns
holding signs that said,
‘Stop the War’ today.
I was 8 years old and thought that was
Today I am older when I recall
the glory days of ‘protest’.
What I miss though are the tears,
those were not in the pictures I saw
certainly not in the words I read.
I couldn’t see the pain,
the shortened lives,
the hungry alarm for justice.
I wasn’t able to sense the fury
of changed men and her personal loss.
Limbs removed, heads redesigned, gaits changed.
I cannot fathom the strength and courage
our military miracles,
those true women and men,
gave of themselves to allow me to write these words.
Today I wonder just how powerful the
protest signs really were
when held up against the sacrifice
our brothers and sisters,
mothers and fathers,
grandparents sons and husbands …
Today I want to honor you,
for today this is Memorial Day
and we will celebrate with solace,
the souls and living arms of our Nation,
Your eyes, your lives are the true hero.