I see so many ostriches
with heads hid in the sand;
they seem to think, if hidden,
there's no need to understand

how evil can exist at times;
that heroes do step in
and rid the world of despots
so that freedoms can reign in.

War is so easy to begin

when others are sent to fight

Takes much more effort to find Peace

which should be our Guiding Light

Why do they fear to look about
and see the world as is?
There is no promise of Eden,
no joys without the risks

of standing tall, when need be;
of placing egos far behind.
Yet, this ostrich is a critic,
loudest while sitting back sublime.

To them I say: you reap the spoils,
as you cower behind your words,
and you let the heroes protect your rights,
the heroes who brandish their swords.

How you'd compromise their valor,
with bleak wars you take a stand;
those dire and darkened ostriches
with heads hid in the sand.


© Copyright Jackie (Micke) Jinks, Sept. 2006