MEMORIAL … A Day to Remember
Sad day when flowered wreaths are lain on tombs.
The day when bugles sound Te Deums for
Crusaders lost and note hell’s tyrants who
Use slaughter’s battle field to ink their names
On history. A day we rummage through
Old family photographs of soldiers we
Can’t name or don’t remember. Mourning day
We pray some God will number all our bones.
To resurrect remembrance we once lived.
A day for politicians who recused
Themselves from war because of other things
To do; then give orations to themselves.
The day when wealth insists that poverty
Should volunteer its lives. A selfish time
The many ask the few to shed their blood,
Their dreams, their minds and then abandons them
To silence. Isn’t this the time to ask
Ourselves are all these rites and rituals
Just empty spots for primetime news
And all our pious eulogies vain lies?
This poem is my tombstone. I have served.
May 28, 2011 2:25:50 amby LilRedWagon Homepage »
While I agree with most of your above sentiments, I look at old family photographs and remember well. Too well. Sometimes, in fact, I wish I could forget.
Soldiers follow orders. Good orders and bad orders. Or, to use a simple analogy, I try not to equate those who serve for/with the sins of their fathers(our leaders).
I also don't care if prime time news covers this holiday just to fulfill their expected duty for the Memorial Day tributes or for truly genuine motives of appreciation. I'll become much more concerned if/when these news coverages do not continue to be shown, whatever their true motives.
Most common citizens I know in my area, attend our local events on this day to give our quiet and respectful thanks and appreciations to those we honor on this solemn day.
Please accept this citizen's utmost quiet and respectful thanks for your service. Salute.
May 28, 2011 12:09:02 pmby auntietk Homepage »
You so often are the impetus for me sitting here typing away, commenting on your work, and then erasing everything and starting over. And then doing it again. And again. When I say what you have written is thought provoking, I do not mean that lightly, but quite literally.
Thought provoking work, my friend.
May 29, 2011 4:01:04 pmby wysiwig Homepage »
I agree with Tara, very thought provoking. At times like this I remember my father and what he suffered. He fought the Japanese. I was called to fight the Vietnamese but did not go.
My dad was a quiet patriot. He never flew the flag and threatened to disown me if I joined the military. It is him that I honor on Memorial Day, just a regular guy. I don't care what the newscasters and pissants have to say. This day was, is and will always be about the regular men and women. I may disagree with the conflict but I will always honor your service sir.