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Black Boots Remembered
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Black Boots Remembered |
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Burk28 Member
since 2009-01-08
Posts 80Michigan USA |
Black boot prints; they were the first thing I saw on the door, As the ratcheting of handcuffs, That sound, Reached my ears. The free man, the democratic man, was being led away to a terrorist's gallows; A dictators pulpit, to be bandied as the Sacrificial Mutt. But Mutts have teeth; they have been known to slip their chains. Thoroughbreds, rearing hind leg, and releiving themselves on, the feet, the foundations of, Fascist ideal, of mustachioed, uniform clad Rats. Aye I remember, The black boot prints, I remember the boots, We used them to knock down A German wall; Russian Built, I remember, The ratcheting of those handcuffs; Slipped over the wrist of a Panamanian, Binding his drugged dirty hands. Those black boots, Yes I remember, Counting them in flag draped coffins; U.S.A. stamped on the bottom, Black and bloodied, Strong and sturdy still. Foot prints that any good man would walk in. Those black boots, Spit shined to high gloss, Measured steps, clicking, At the Tomb of the Unknown, Remembering, Honoring, Their footsteps. Peace of mind can only be achieved when we find peace with self |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Enjoyed! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressive memories. Reminded me of some Nazi movies, where those black boots were the symbols of fear and violence. Well written! Love, Margherita |
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