Warriors

the trumpet sounds . . .
the heaven opens . . .
light fills the sky . . .
roll call . . .
soldiers of peace . . .
of justice . . .
of love . . .
gather in line . . .
~o~
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 . . .
~o~
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 . . .
~o~
flags of freedom, flags of hope flap . . .
flags of hubris pride burn . . .
and choke the lambs . . .
that blindly follow . . .
the weary shepherd . . .
~o~
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 . . .
~o~
paying life insurance premiums . . .
because the dead warriors are marching . . .
to save humanity from humanity . . .

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
4/16/15

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.