Thinking of those who fought and lost, no not soldiers in battle, but citizens, folks who tried to speak truth to power and were destroyed by that power.
We may never know the names of those who fought back and were defeated.
We may one day hail those who will finally defeat the forces of evil we so plainly see. It is unlikely that any more than family and friends will ever know how many paid the price for that victory.
The old fairy tales talk about this, and rather cruely, I always thought.
Thus my poem. Which is below the fold, because it’s shy.
Root of Victory
One prince slays the monster,
wins the princess and the kingdom,
while everyone cheers and lives
happily ever after.As cast off bones
of defeated warriors
rot.We never learn the names
of those who fell,
who with heroic mien
chose to confront and
slay the mighty foe
and instead were slain.Their only mention in the tales
is meant to brighten
the victorious Prince’s
great virtues,
nothing more.
So that’s my wan salute to those who have fought, who have refused to capitulate and were destroyed for that refusal, and whose names I may never know.
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Good time to entertain stray thoughts.
I even offered ’em a glass of wine!
Heh.
Still bothered by this past few days.
This didn’t fit into the morning’s pony
Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
Now I shall try to discard some of the thoughts about my failures and mayhap slumber.
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Nightprowlkitty, this is not Frippery.
It’s poetry, and every fallen poet would honor it as such.
We never learn the names
of poets who fell,
who with heroic mien
chose to confront and
slay the mighty foe
and instead were slain.
They fell, but poetry lives, and that is a victory for every poet, known or unknown, living or dead.
gold rush brides by 10,000 maniacs (or natalie merchant)…
much the same sentiment…feeling…
thank you npk
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