Tin soldiers!

They dress in different uniforms

In different defence forces

They dress in different uniforms in temples

Of different faith in different places

Some are teachers’ philosophers, or cranks

The entire

 World over

Some that fight, some that preach, and some that teach

Are right the world over

And some are wrong

No one is right or wrong all the time

But yet they fight

And they are proud

But they are mindless

They follow

And believe

Doctrines

Philosophies

Faith

But they belong

That is their fear

Belonging not

Belonging gives them strength

And medals and meaning

Priestly robes and followers

Admiration and doctorates

Yet they eat and sleep and die

And in many years to come

Their bones bleached to dust

No one will remember them

No one will remember who won over whom

Had the most followers

Or the best teachers

Only the dust of time

Got richer by their demise

And does not value one over the other

Sediments might give glues of who had more iron in their blood

Or pinned to their chest

Or gold coins in their pockets

Or a pair of eye glasses

Yet the dust does not care

All caring comes from one source

And that source obey

It will remember you!

09/11/2007