The Citizen Poem by al moye

THE CITIZEN
Yesterday a sunbird you listen sing
Her song a melody that sink
To rinse your heart
To give innocence a part
And show life a beauty
For knowledge to pity

Today the trumpet you listen sing
The bugle and drum a perfect ring
The sky once a perfect blue
Now a dark cloud on it glue
A stain horrible on an immaculate face
Its beauty pushed far a pace

With something melancholic the music play
The world silent in woe they pray
If this be the last of day
Then forever let it not stay
And bring the sunbird still
To sing the heart merry it’s will

But with mighty pride
The citizen before rank ride
The medals of speech
His shoulder all rich
His voice a mighty sound
The canon be out sound

Today my son’s the perfect day
Today my son’s the blessed day
His voice steady and calm
To tell the tempest be calm
To show the beauty that lie
In fields where sons go to die

Make your way to the field
To its glory let your heart yield
Forgotten be the fair ones
Who’ve touched your heart once
For love is a state
The state its sake

So look your foe in the eyes
Yours as cold as ice
Aim at his heart and fire
So his life should expire
And fire yet again
And watch his life drain

And if your name glory
In earnest calls don’t worry
As his golden field
Will only heal your soul to yield
And remain embalmed forever
Young and lovingly remembered.