Now is the day when we must stand ever
Vigilant against the evil of this world
Which cares not for the peace of our endeavor
And sees not our bloody flag unfurled
Harken all to measure the injury and pain
Which flow across the course of history
Marking our bodies with blood and stain
And tinging our lives with misery
Mindful are we the blood from out our breast
And loss of loving partners in life
As we struggle in sweat and heartfelt wrest
To assuage the pain of a brutal knife
Know now ye rogues of absent feeling
That the victims of your ruthless bloodletting
Will rise to smote you dead in their healing
Amid revenge and honeyed soul-vetting
On guard shall you be with worry and concern
For in truth there’s no escape from our quest
As we dispense our rightful wrath in return
And fight for justice without rest
Our souls are saddened by tears we part
With the terrible pain of Paris in our heart
Richard Lee Orey
November 13, 2015
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As I proffered in "Hard Wiring... Unless?" there is a scourge contaminating any and all maturity of our species. As you point out, "fight for justice without rest," reminds us that history has proved that justice and rest is "interminable."
Richard, this is one of the most moving heart wrenching poems you've ever written. After the heartache, I felt anger smoldering with a need for revenge, lest our loved ones be slaughtered next. Micki
I believe all nations who are being besieged by refugees (invaders) should somehow put their differences aside and tackle the problem of the insanity coming out of the Middle East.
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