Beneath the call of duty
a seductive seed does thrive
it fuels the fires of terror
a darkness deep inside

Loudly the shots ring out
but his ears alone can hear
a tale of sorted beginnings
its ending violently clear

“Oh, Lord, when will it stop.”
A woman tearfully said
His Wife: too torn to cry
For her: we cry, instead

Why humanity do you deny us
Injustice to its highest degree
An evolutionary web of worms
Squirming to fall from the tree

Bloodlines bleeding of heartbreak
Tales of our Nations in chains.
The yolks: choking reminders;
the more, the less, the gains.

The window cradles my Mother
A picture lies in her hand
Her eyes aglow with darkness
Too easy to understand

“Son,” she says, “I love you; but
Devils, too, boast the badge.
Smearing the color of honor
The stains are terribly sad.”

My Father adorned The Blue;
Something he did with pride:
he perished by friendly fire;
something his “friends?” denied.

Copyright (c) 2016 Delbert H. Rhodes