For those hard up against the wall,
imagining the cost
they pay for each small victory,
compared to what is lost,
when those who may yet stand
refuse and meekly kneel,
or worse, just fold their praying hands
against reason’s appeal,
may be the hardest part.
What honor is enough,
to heal such wounds as these,
succor the sterner stuff,
when those you fight to free:
the so-called meek and mild,
deride your vanity
and chide you as a child
to put away your swords,
and fight no more anon,
since all that’s clean and good
has long been dead and gone.
13 FEB 2017
