Trench Art

Trench Art                  1/9/2020

Deep dull and gray

A leaden sky

Highpoint of day

Slept away

Undercovers.    

A subtle change

Of direction

As a gentle breeze

Shakes the trees. 

The last

Straggling leaves

Spiral to the ground

On a cool and crisp

Winters day.

They thought

It was inevitable

Already mapped out

The stages

Of destruction. 

Slowly chipped away

The stubborn

Rights of man

Mere obstacles

To overcome. 

The independent citizen

Free individuals

Able to question

And hold account. 

Accused and maligned

For daring to defend

A unique culture

And essential civilization.

Assaulted by the propaganda

Endlessly spewed

The vomitus of lies

That no one believes. 

So close to victory

They salivate at death

Mocking the good

And watching the clock. 

No more time

For argument

And no more room

For victim blaming.  

A time to awaken

Speak up  

And demand

Total victory

Now and forever.