wakeupcall

The reality of you
awakened the dream
of love in me.

we got him

Are we human?
Are we Roman –
cheering murder
with such fervor?

Do we worry?
What cost glory –
spent dollars, years,
and mother’s tears?

How many young
sons for the one
fearful, bitter,
lost in anger?

And what power
to threaten? More
than Exxon, Ford,
Citibank’s board?

Greed? Arrogance?
Give peace a chance.
What a shame,
ourselves to blame.

What changes now
that he’s dead? Vow
we’re done with war
and feel secure.