Freedom cost to much

And freedom cost to much
Their eyes hollowed out by time
They can see into the past
But can't see now

They road in on white horses
With the staff of Moses
To show their might

Throwing it into the sky
And 1000 wooden creatures
Splintered off into the night

Their hands arms feet and legs
Bound by their children
To keep them from spreading
Their war bound ways beyond
Their own existence

Their mouth sewn shut
with the thread from the
uniforms of dead soldiers
They cannot talk their
Way into the future
No one is listening
To what was written yesterday

12/31/10
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee