Some came from farmland.. some from harm-land urban slum.. some fathered by rich and handsome.. some by ugly bums.. lot more to a man you find.. than a county shirt.. some when life hits low.. unkind.. try to ease your hurt.. we all live on this land.. pays you well to understand.. in each place how certain flames are fanned..
Hillside over yonder just last year knee deep grass green.. shack all hacked apart had women wheels all in their jeans.. you remember Patty?.. fun one Janie Sue.. one name of Mary honey.. looked a lot like you.. hard work brought strength with dreams of pay for Friday night.. party like the last one ever.. when dark took the light.. behind saloon.. under the moon out by a white oak tree.. cowboys look to stake a claim.. wed wife he cannot see..
Everyone knew each to other.. far too well to judge.. until some far off monarchs warred behind a far off grudge.. run excuse political perhaps I then will learn.. how destruction builds.. how going left makes a right turn.. said inbred static fanatic heard insults so uttered.. about a count who wed his mount then counterfeited butter.. brought death to our simple land.. snowstorms seemed to boil.. one thought carried only one.. ‘to Victor goes the spoils’..
Parried well tales to tell booty of the dead.. as Victor Breeze made just cheese a wizard’s spell was said.. Sparks flew from this wizard.. powerful not proud.. creates illusion for the used.. as rain falls from a cloud..
Thought for this day.. It would be among the greatest days in history if each person adhered and accepted what they know about the cost of war.. as conflict leads to discovery.. discovery should never lead to conflict.. Peace Tony