Gear up
There is no messiah
No mullah or Mahatma now to
Guide us
There is no
John Wayne no
Indiana Jones to
Save the day at
The plot's crescendo
We are no stationary breed
Affixed like barnacles or
Coral polyps meekly gathered
We are made by gods with anvils
Who hammer us hard in fire and
Bellow's blast
There is no
Bitch, moan or cry about
What should have, what
Could have what
Would have been in a better world
Every day is a decision
Stand, lie down or
Get out of the way
In times like these
There is no sorrow
Only the cool anger
The clanging echo that
Hangs like death
A sound more seen than heard
The flash of steel known only to
Eyes narrowed to slits
Ready to fight
Yet another day
Resigned to decisions
Those who live
And those who never do
Too much afraid
To ever be alive
No mullah or Mahatma now to
Guide us
There is no
John Wayne no
Indiana Jones to
Save the day at
The plot's crescendo
We are no stationary breed
Affixed like barnacles or
Coral polyps meekly gathered
We are made by gods with anvils
Who hammer us hard in fire and
Bellow's blast
There is no
Bitch, moan or cry about
What should have, what
Could have what
Would have been in a better world
Every day is a decision
Stand, lie down or
Get out of the way
In times like these
There is no sorrow
Only the cool anger
The clanging echo that
Hangs like death
A sound more seen than heard
The flash of steel known only to
Eyes narrowed to slits
Ready to fight
Yet another day
Resigned to decisions
Those who live
And those who never do
Too much afraid
To ever be alive
dg
7/30/11
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