The Aftermath of War

Head shot Bleeds the forehead of a nation Whose mother is plunging fingers Into her belly wrenching out The womb of disaster A nation cries tears Of remembrance for the days When the sun shone And when it rained The rainbow curved across the sky Casting Gods smile On green grass And the children's ribs Were not corn ridges A nation sings Choruses of songs that called To patriots and fed them Like bones to a dog Watched them bleed As the moon rose Casting shadows On the ghosts of our sons Head shot A nation looks down at its chest It is stained red The color of survival The color of redemption The color of a second chance A nation wraps its daughters In a garment of promise Uses its hands to support Broken boys The memories of war We lived to forget A second chance A nation is reborn again.