The Bellicose Vein
Which or why matters not. It would be best to forget The whole damned lot. But what do you want to bet That we will go for a rerun. We will do as we have done, Enlist the starry-eyed young, Stack them like cordwood Tight in the barrack bunks Prepared to feed the flame. We will play the patriot's game, Wave the flag and sing the song Fight for right and right wrong And it will not be long, again, before We exhume the past, bury the future.
Poem ©2022 Bruce Morton
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…divides his time between Montana and Arizona. His poems have appeared an many magazines, most recently Grey Sparrow Journal, Rat’s Ass Review, The BeZine, Ibbetson Street, and Muddy River Poetry Review.