Divisive Decision 2004

look at us my brothers…and see what we’re becoming

armies facing one another…battle calls are drumming

no quarter ever offered…prepare for your defeat

trampling fact and fiction…beneath our angry feet

I’m sad for us my brothers…that we had come so far

to reach back for the beginning…beneath the Mekong star

scabs are torn from healing wounds…blood drips on hallowed ground

among the screaming voices…long quiet sobbing sounds

will we still be brothers…or will you me disown?

when one of these, our captains…wins the country’s golden throne

will you in righteous victory…send taunting hurtful jeers

to those whose eyes will be filled with hate…and poison, bitter tears?

remember the times my brothers…when with a beer and gentle persuasion

we could discuss and disagree…and leave respect in the equation?

I love the warmth of summer…shiver at the thought of winter snows

But I’ll be happy come November…when the dreaded polls will close.

God bless us all…brothers AND sisters!

Randy Richmond

©Sept. 2, 2004