NOT ALWAYS TO THE SWIFTEST

Find the hummingbird

Find the dialogue absurd

Find the bodies of our dead friends

Find a way to bring this war to its end.

Race a rabbit down the trail

Race for an old dog to find its tail

Race a politician to the polls

Race his insincerity and the lies he has told.

Stop along the flowery path

Stop and feel the politician’s wrath

Stop and know we are past our prime

Stop and think does anyone give a dime?

Crawl to the lowest part of the terrain

Crawl to a spot so that politician’s can refrain

Crawl to a man made hell

Crawl to a spot where death is all you smell.

Walk with your heads held high

Walk thinking of your buddies until you cry

Walk slowly so as not to awaken the dead

Walk knowing that leaders have no dread.

Beat the drum of life slowly and low

Beat some sense into leaders that don’t care or never bothered to know

Beat the brush to find a place to hide

Beat a path to where comrades have died.

Cry a tear for all that have gone on

Cry steadily because you know that we have been led wrong.

Cry with a tear of remorse for those fallen

Cry until the world finds peace and no more soldiers are befallen.

Pray for all that are not really alive

Pray for those that yet may die

Pray for me as I wonder along

Pray for our leaders that they won’t lead us wrong.

October 6, 2004

View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook