Social WarfareA Poem by Eric WeickAnd the dirt and the mud, and the worm, all have become friend. In this dark trench pit, where i contend with this sin and this world. As the sky turns black, Look death, has covered this field. With a haze of yellow, the enemy, it shields, there attack. My dear Ruth, i am sorry, your picture i have lost. Lost in your red hair, in your beauty again, only for a second, do i question, would i even murder to match the cost, to come back, to come back, into your arms again… But i sit here now, with brothers and better men, as the hounds come close, as the masks fade in, into the dark. And i hold in my hand…a white flag. Clenched, God says, “they will never have it.” So they can never have it, and so goodbye... Dear Love, do not mourn, for life is slowly fading back to love. -By Eric Weick © 2014 Eric WeickFeatured Review
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