My Random Writings and Blogs
Let the bombers fly
across the crimson sky
if there is war
then we will cheer or cry
blood will boil
on near or foreign soil
if there is war
let the soldier toil
we all must sacrifice
gladly pay the price
if there is war
nothing less will suffice!
Copyright 2017, John W Flournoy. All rights reserved.
I saw my brother,
marine, warrior, Indian
fall to the ground one day
His 6’4 frame diminished
as though life had escaped
quickly, whooshing through
a gash torn in his heart
A sob escaped his lips,
an anguish he’d held
barely concealed inside
Heart broken
upon the unyeilding ground
bereft of all the beauty
he thought he had found.
1/12/11