Listening to every heart
To The Heroes
Through the news I heard you’d passed away;
as if by God’s hand the skies turned gray.
Now memories are mine, they come to stay
because you, my hero, have no more to say.
I know you’d rather the hero’s mantle not wear
but I’ve placed it o’er your shoulders with care
for when decisions were needed, you’d not spare
a moment’s breath, you would rise to ensnare
the villain that came with threats to impart.
and seeing evil in the villain’s cold, cruel heart,
because you were trained well and so complete
the villains left quickly their pilot’s seat.
A suit of armor was your green and tan cloth
hearing orders to all men, take the villain at “no cost”;
whether your life hung upon the thin balanced brim
was not in your mind, your only thought was to rid him.
Today is too, too quiet, the ground cold and still
a hero today buried, it was government’s will
that the fight be fought over lands thus caught
between the arguments of men, that goverment wrought.
7 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow