Comments about Tony Hanes
'Love Is A Battlefield'
As the loud yells shot through each ear,
I wondered would I run out of ammunition.
The opposite of elation.
Gravitation now the figment of the imagination.
Each side is so resistant.
At one point we were so persistent.
Now we stand opposite of kinship.
The soldiers approached with vengeance.
I sat on the porch reminiscing on a period.
Where the cracks in my heart were not yet visible-
In Pain, my flag waves for forgiveness on this hill.
Still, I feel both sergeants didn't fulfill all duties.
Today, I view myself ...