the air falls and lifts,
contained in the wind,
there is no warmth tonight,
it reminds me...
of another time
of another place
when all the world fell and was lifted
swept up in the winds of war,
there was no warmth
but the drops both clear and opaque
a drop of time and drops of tears
drops of blood and many fears
do not look to the past,
be a student of history, lesson learned,
look to the East, for there stands
a selfish beast, pounding with clay fists
his fake chest, so armed to the teeth,
ready to spit bullets to spell P E A C E
so the orchestra plays
the piece conducted by a man, put in
charge,                                                      ­         too bad he reads the times as
                                                              ­             well as he does english,
the cast of our play
has been selected,
they all know their lines,
the music has been chosen,
the ground is still frozen
like some hearts,
and the audience who has not paid the
price of those it is about, is watching
the ochestra pit, where a verbal fight
has broken out, just the way the conductor
knew it would,
his baton beats, the air as it falls and lifts,
to contain the wind,
he smiles, as those watching hold their breath
wondering, what he will do next...



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