Death Lives In Graven Contrasted Words (2011)
God, dig out this heart, so full of boiling turmoil,
Feel the pain reigning inside flowing flaming veins.
Those rag tag patched knees in words of prayers
Those silent cries upon thunder in silenced screams.
Wail from faith of Homeless Vietnam Vets in Conflict,
Where one graduated into lifetime’s PSTD in making war.
Agent orange in napalm bombs flash back breakdowns,
Where the sweat rolls flooding emotions – “Distraught.”
Insanity of Washington morticians that send other to war,
Then claim deferments for being White Collar privilege graduates.
The shame, how Nixon ended Eisenhower’s Vietnam commitment,
Leaving American supporters to be slaughtered, without ethics.
The sky is overcast bearing shallow shrill cemetery grey shadows,
Where graven fingers creep inside perennial chilling cold caresses.
Seeping into warm Veteran veins rippling in bitter memory shades,
Where gravestones of war sleep inside tomb doors having egress.
god$ be damned,
You robbing hoods.
The hurt,
The pain,
The endless depression
In Living Suicide America.
The God Bless survival,
Where
Death lives in graven contrasted words.
David Lester Young 08/17/11 ©
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A good start with a nice poem, David L. Y. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.