Charles J. Ingerson

YET IN BLOOD

Cries for freedom
give me more
let me be free
close nary a door
echo aimlessly
for without a goal
only in rhetoric
is lost the soul.

Freedom is found
yet in blood lost
some giving much
as another’s cost
while unheeding
history to ignore
are the parasites
who wars deplore.

Anger will not win
anguish and pain
prices to be paid
quenching evil’s stain
across the screen
in serenity’s view
accountability tasks
blood of a special few.