March On ?
he stood amongst the nameless crowd
the silence within was much too loud
he lifted his head above the shroud
because he wanted to see
now empowered with opened eyes
he followed the others, self demised
and now he finally realized
that he too was not free
we questioned why he acquiesced
to give to drone-dom all his best
was this simple fate to be the test
of his “I” his Soul his “ME”
he now wondered to what the way
to whom, and what would he say
of his desires of the day
who would hear his plea
lost, confused they marched around
on what was told was sacred ground
follow me and thus be found
was that life’s sole decree
aimlessly they sauntered as a herd
offering not dissenting word
a fortuitous peace thou not gird
no question of what they be
his inner heart began to weep
for all he loved was long asleep
time of the errant continually creeps
for him, for you, for we
March On ?
© 4 January 2014 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
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