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July 14, 2005

Forty-Eight Hours to Madness

What insanity revealed is this?
Wrapped in a banner, masked in patriotic bliss.
Fervent rage burning in tear-rimned eyes,
sacrificing sons and daughters to roam foreign skies.

Boundless in power and vaulted in aim,
focus of brutal misgiving and worldwide shame.
Tactics failed and avenues hidden in parlay,
desired course denied, past ally named to betray.

A point to be made, yet the true point lost.
Warmecha surging forth on deadline set, regardless the cost.
Rage of the giant, tirading the lands,
spilling blood of innocents, friends and foe, on distant sands.

Seeing with the vision of leader miscast,
truth and proof in obscurity cast.
Reason and sensibility fade in the wind,
too soon, too late, too little, beyond rescind.

How shall history write this passage in time,
beyond the sadness of this simple rhyme.
What cost the glory of one man, one country's fame,
upon his, upon its, people's name.

Written by me on 3/17/2003, save from livejournal.

Posted by Ravennacht at July 14, 2005 04:22 AM Posted to Prose and Poetry