Our bodies have turned to tears
and we run to the rivers
as fast as all tears flow
to get away from this grief
that consumes us
We shall be free of this grief
when our bodies meet the ocean
that has become the tears of the world
We give up all our food
so that you may eat in the next life
Your strength of purpose
comes from our empty pantries
as you fight for us
our enemies
beyond this world
And then our tears shall turn to steel
the steel of our weapons
and the muscles in our arms
as we join you to destroy
the imperialists who shame themselves
that they cannot see your greatness
and feel the love you had
for the peoples of the world
Our hearts are now empty
and etched with the letters
the great purpose of our lives
to be close to the heat
the was
your great name
We shall always remember
you
Kim.....something....something
Copyright © 2011 by Barry G. Wick
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