Sez Thunder Tongue
But censorious birds
Won't take my words
So why am I still
So polite?
Civility means more,
They say, in a war,
To allow me to bow
While you rationalize
The impossibility of democracy,
Forfeit the present to history.
Each person makes a choice
With their voice
To stand with the beautiful
And true
Or let certainty salve
Their confusion.
The war is inside
Each one of us
Although it seems
In moments
To encroach
Upon the lawn.
