Nancy L. Meek


The truth is too painful;
therefore, we deny
we don’t embrace war
nor feed the great lie,
which draw us to harbors
with flags in our fists
to beat the salt air
in sunshine or mist;
as we send off our offspring
with kisses and tears,
afraid for them all,
but concealing our fears;
for fear is a no-no,
a thing we must hide
as we, with one voice,
then cheer them with pride,
as seaward they go
to face the unknown,
like ignorant lemmings
who’ll follow their own
straight off a steep cliff
to hard rocks below,
so painful to watch
as smaller they grow.