beyond the burning cities
at what point does the truth not matter
after the walls have crumbled down
and the fighting men have retreated
past neutral borders into safer cities
abandoning their own identities
past the point the truth doesn’t matter
blending in to regroup & relearn
a language other than their own
spoken by fighters who have retreated
dying to live another peaceful day
abandoning a pledge & a promise
at what point does the truth not matter
recruiting women & children into their fold
sabotaging their own bridges
fighting men fearful & in full retreat
abandoning their own ideals
turning their weapons into passports
at what point does the truth not matter
as once fighting men stage a full retreat
june two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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A profound characterization of our times.
Thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Carl.
You know… it came to me (again) as I was reading this one, how incredibly thankful I am to have found you, or you found my page… I’m not sure which it was.. but I so thoroughly enjoy your writing. It really makes me think and sometimes nod my head, and I just love it. I sincerely look forward to your next collection, whenever may come. You’re the best.
PS this comment had zero to do with your poem and all to do with my thoughts about your poetry.
xo
Thank you, Tara, I am so thankful to know you and your talents.
An incredibly powerful and profound poem with a message that needs to be heard and acted upon. One day, perhaps…
Thank you for your thoughts on this piece, Chris.