Friday, December 4, 2009

footprint

Gunshot in the distance
Some hundred years ago
From whose gun this shot was fired from
No one knows
All I can think about
Are those footprints in the snow
Those crimson
Footprints in the snow

Was so-called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?

Ragged breath by nightfall
Those hundred years ago
Was it the hundredth? Thousandth? Death that year
No one knows
But all can dream of
All I think of
Are those footprints in the snow
Those crimson
Footprints in the snow

Was so-called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?

And as our leaders take their presidential thrones
Affecting how many?
No one knows
Do they they ever think of
Do they even know
Of those
Footprints in the snow
Those crimson
Footprints in the snow

Was so called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?


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TOXIC reVIVED

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