marching

left..steps in uniform
dust begins to rise
reflection from the sun blinds our eyes
face untainted..unaware and calm

right...feet barely seen now
dust has formed a cloud
a million in uniform looking like a shroud
marching toward the sun

left...it can only be heard
the dust settling now,
the shroud has embarked on its self righteous journey
uncovering the destruction beneath

right...is it right?
who determines if it is a righteous fight?
why move toward the sun
when the real gold is what it shines on




Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-12 at 01:42

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Zoya Zaidi
Yes, Left, Right, Left!
***hugs***
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-12