many a madman
the war rages on but there’s no telling
which side is winning
no telling precisely who’s the enemy
I’m too old to fight I tell the tin soldier
glued atop my dashboard
attempting to persuade me
to uncover my weapons
buried beneath the floorboards
I tell him I’ve long abandoned my post
and refuse to fight for anyone but me
ditching the ideals of many a madman
instead giving chase to a setting sun
slowly fading into pacified waves
august two thousand nineteen
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Great post
thank you friend
Beautiful poem…the last lines are awesome!!
Glad you enjoyed this one, Mona, and thanks so much!
You’re welcome, poet!