In the pale mist
that covers the sins of yesterday
we stand

In the aftermath
of so much verbal jousting
we stand

In the presence
of fractured ideals strewn about like shrapnel
we stand

In the fields
where diplomacy holds little sway
we stand

In the cool river
that sails the bloated bodies past
we stand

In the emptiness
that follows the ringing of swords
we stand

In the mind maze
where fruition is a game for fools
we stand

In the black heart
that knows only pain and delivery
we stand

In the bright light
rebirthed with hope to the east
we stand

In the beginning
where all is new and we were all
we stood

In the end
when all comes due and we must pay
we will stand


Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2007