when you’ve traced your secrets into the sand
with a spirit’s hand at the water’s edge
is when the tide washes in to wash it away
& now no one on earth will have ever known you
when your face can’t be a part of this world
at the ripple & quell of a wishing well
your reflection does question former times
where no one said you could be lovely
& you’re wondering why you had to obey
when you did not wish to hold a gun
& you’re wondering why she bothered to stay
when you could not put bread in her hand
those men lined up at the soup kitchen
were never allowed to be more than hunters
with dusty hearts & those lifeless eyes
when grace extends only so far as merit
don’t be so loyal to your suffering
they’ve laid claim to your life without consent
& indentured you to kill in the name of
when disgrace has felled you for the last time
when the muffled gunfire burns in your lungs
when you wake into your funeral wreath
beyond the subatomic algorithm
& you’re wondering why you had to obey
when you did not wish to hold a gun
& you’re wondering why she bothered to stay
when you could not put bread in her hand
those men lined up at the soup kitchen
were never allowed to be more than fodder
with dusty hearts & those lifeless eyes
you can love like no one owes you
you can give however you want
but no man can bend forever
the men lined up at the soup kitchen
were never allowed to be simply human
no man can bleed forever
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
Very strong. Sing, Tony!
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Thank you, Dolly. I really appreciate that.
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My pleasure, Tony.
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Beautiful. And dead on the day…Lest We Forget
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Lest we forget.
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Powerful! Thanks, Tony!
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Thank you for reading, Camilla!
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In the name of a dream,
built upon the backs of
As the soup kitchen
serves,
the lives of the indentured,
Who have weighed their life,
and found it worth;
they’ve made a committment,
And now they are indebted,
to reap the wages
of murder.
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That’s a pretty good summing up right there! Thank you for reading!
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Tony,
Love is the key for sure. Life is hard but it not harder than love from God.
Thanks, Gary
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
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Thanks for reading, Gary.
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