Omens in the Dark

I fear there’s a dark black, shade of hopelessness

Somehow my heart feels a depressed gun metal gray

Drab olive camo is the chosen tint of our world leaders

Who with open mouths have so very little they can say

Soon in the distance war drums will beat a call to arms

Over politician’s same old rhetoric of lying lines so lame

Over the horizon, the thunder’s crash like marching brass

Though vile the devils’ dance will harmonize once again

Stare out over the battlefield of youth’s stolen dreams

Do you see a loved one’s name on a fresh white cross

While Generals wash their hands of the blood stains

After all, they’ll just say: “They were an acceptable loss.”

But their words won’t dry a mother’s endless tears

Nor a folded flag take away a father’s vacant eye

No, an official letter won’t give a young wife courage

To explain to her children why daddy had to die!