Paying It Forward
I channel wisdom of the great ancient hymns
Riffing on stone tablets
Wild as the meadows roam, they dance on stars
The real blunder is ignoring your chances
Beacon of hope dwindles in favor of dark
A caged beast is uncorked
Soldiers of fortune march toward shallow grave sites
Their elders wiping tears from aging eyelids
Children, leaders and siblings alike know death
A coin becomes tossed
Erase the markings on the wall dear children
No lesson was planned for today’s proceedings
We will sit in silence to honor the deceased
A deed honored
The orator speaks in tongues engaging all
As a hearse carries the last man standing tall
He, who had taken the fall for his countrymen
Allows but a sigh
Graffiti tags read RIP
Scrawled on canvases of tilled soiled remains
Gunfire ceases as bullets fall down hard
Coins over the eyes