Nancy L. Meek


We rely on our soldiers' expertise
to silence those who hate our peace,
the sort to which some can't relate
because from birth they're trained to hate
the kind of peace they'll never know
despite the doves who plead, "Don't go!
For death may claim boys there afar
where Freedom's like a shooting star,
a flame our foes have yet to catch,
ablaze then gone… like a dying match."
Some deem it treason when Doves unite
to condemn War Hawks provoked to fight;
but which is better? … War's terminal hell?
Or respites from it, at least for a spell?