the trumpet sounds . . .
the heaven opens . . .
light fills the sky . . .
roll call . . .
soldiers of peace . . .
of justice . . .
of love . . .
gather in line . . .
marching these might lands . . .
adorn in armors of smiles . . .
welding hugs of comfort . . .
their defense, compassion . . .
mighty their resolve . . .
warriors of humanity . . .
hearts coated in understanding . . .
marching through rivers of blood . . .
through jungles of racism . . .
over mountains of envy . . .
deserts burning with hate . . .
battles begin with mother’s tears . . .
battles end with innocent blood . . .
flags of freedom, flags of hope flap . . .
flags of hubris pride burn . . .
and choke the lambs . . .
that blindly follow . . .
the weary shepherd . . .
the overseer in his lazy boy . . .
puffing cheap cigars . . .
eating steroid chicken . . .
and pesticide vegetables . . .
watching reality shows . . .
while dying popping pills . . .
that may cause heart disease . . .
diarrhea and or constipation . . .
blue fingers, no erection . . .
sterilization and even death . . .
paying life insurance premiums . . .
because the dead warriors are marching . . .
to save humanity from humanity . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
The above poem is included in my book Pages of Pain which in honor of Mother’s Day and lupus Awareness Month is available free on kindle until Tuesday 2/11/16. Please get a copy. Thanks for your support.