rests and uneasy truce
unfurling over wounded hearts
and truth that was seduced
one more walking wounded
one more tourniquet
the battlefield left bloody
and it's not settled yet
riddled with holes, it waves in the breeze
over all of this muck and mire
silent the heavy artillery
that rests for several hours
will we ever find armistice?
the peace on either side?
which one will surrender?
and cover their wounded pride
do we live to fight another day?
duck and cover from the truth?
how did this get started?
was it with me or you?
the silence of the cease-fire
that spans on either end
as we reload our ammo
I'll break but will not bend
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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