as the day dies
shadows lengthen
light is reduced to that little
the nightly universe provides
life becomes silent
except for those who
have the switch
forcing electrons
to sing along the wires
laid by those willing or un
to work long hours
to provide food and shelter
for loved ones
while those hearing
a higher calling
sit in back rooms
candle lit or
in large white houses
plotting their next move
to take, steal, or war for
guns, gold, or food
and those that laid
the wires prepare
to send their children
into war forever
to keep what ever
they have to lose
having been taught
to believe that freedom
is worth any price
and lying is the price
"and those that laid
the wires prepare
to send their children
into war forever" ... you really packed a punch in this poem. It's turned into one of my favorites.
This sent shivers down my spine. It's a sad thing when the price for freedom becomes so high that it feels like being too high and lying is the wrong currency to use.
George, I have this higher calling to relate to you what a great poet you are and the price of freedom is to tell you what a wonderful human being you are and that is by no means a sacrifice to say so on my part, but it is the truth, as utterly as one can speak or express it or see it.
