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The Last Crusade
I imagine her blue sky can only carry youth’s standards A flag planted now fallen in the battlefield Are soldiers forgiven because they died before they got old We expect our children to comfort or declare how a parent mattered instead life is drowning in a deluge of things become more important when you reach a certain age My things versus your things Fly girl fly Hope does not abundantly play in my body no longer boldly skimming over hills and valleys Youth has been spent as my only child climbs the ranks in the Air force ready to rip more limbs off innocent children will die innocent and never grow old enough to become this helplessly unforgiven Fly girl fly The child still wants out stifled afraid to see this much pain How can anyone be forgiven for this movement of planes across borders over seas bombing all solutions that could heal the unforgiven I’m old enough to suffer every injustice as if someone slapped my mother-in-a-wheelchair Fly girl fly I argue with youth everyday like mice stealing my food wind taking my apples down like the Captain she is in the Air Force killing any hope of finding solutions in the craters empty distant as the moon I try to bring us together My mother shaking in Parkinson’s fist my daughter giving mind and body to war I’m writing between these extremes Fly girl fly The outline up there is too faint beyond my believing borders If I’m not bombing someone with my Power attainment wealth then I cease to exist We are the lords of privilege dominating the world and its people with every new luxury purchase compared to rice and beans so carefully prepared poems can harm no one still I am unforgiven Fly girl fly She left me for a younger man dressed in white and gold She loves his might and power bends the older poet fingers curled around a laughing stock compared to her subordinates give their Captain a stunning salute War fashions men who can’t fight into toothless lions suitable for the circus mawing the hand still feeds At least youth has another chance to Fly girl fly I never told her about this message vapors unclear Who stole time or did time forget itself marching into the contrail skies I want to forgive her faint hope’s horizon dusky pink premise instead I blame myself for not fighting hard enough unforgiven I am unforgiving Fly girl fly I lie awake waiting for the next TV show me your love tell me I am Forgetting when I was young and indifferent to the pain in the eyes of the world watching and judging me wrongly accused is what I thought tossing down another drink dream girlfriend scene gave birth to you Fly girl fly gary aker 11/11/03 |